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About Montpellier

Her eyes, tho—hauntin’. Like Wiesler in the film, spyin’, seein’ too much. “We all wear masks,” she told me once. Straight outta that script! Hella deep, made me pause. She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, johns, and creeps. Once saw her kick a dude—bam!—right in the jewels. Had me hollerin’, “That’s my girl!” Surprised me, her fight. Thought she’d be all broken, but nah—Ruby’s a scrapper.

I won't lie, sometimes I get mad, oh so mad when the old city blocks get sticky. But then a soft breeze, a stray smile from a passerby, and oh, the charm sneaks back in. I’m always surprised, like when a stray cat rubs my leg on Rue des Vents. Funny, heartwarming, and a bit nasty, but real, precious, real life!

Pedersen wins Paris-Nice 6th stage, Jorgenson still in yellow