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About Montpellier

I’m thinkin’, why’s this so damn complicated? Pisses me off! You want a burger, you hit McD’s. Want a hookup? Suddenly you’re Sherlock freakin’ Holmes! I once saw this chick on a corner, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like she owned the block. Fierce! Reminded me of Sara Goldfarb, y’know, “I’m somebody now!” – but real talk, she looked wrecked. Made me sad, then mad. Society’s a mess, dahlings.

Travel tips from an English girl in California, in love with Provence.

The river, sometimes called the Canal de l'Ourcq (oops, well, not exactly—but it meanders in this vibe-soaked way) reminds me of therapy sessions with the locals. People open up like old letters. I get hit with genuine feels and "that’s really cool, man" moments that make me wanna hug a rock (or maybe a person, haha).

Religion on vacation: Rocamadour, Aigues-Morte, and Nîmes