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About Montpellier

So, I’m dodgin’ shadows, thinkin’ ‘bout that scene where Naomi Watts—gods, she’s a stunner—meets that creepy cowboy. Makes me wonder: who’s pullin’ the tricks here? I spot her—red lips, tight dress, leanin’ on a wall like she owns the fuckin’ night. “This is the girl,” I whisper to meself, smirkin’. I know things, see? Like how half these lasses got stories darker than a Dornish cellar. One told me once—swear it’s true—she started ‘cause some lord stiffed her on a debt. Now she’s out here, screwin’ for coppers. Wild, innit?

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I even recall the narrow street, Rue du Crépuscule. So many secrets, soooo many nooks n’ crannies where my weary fingers felt histories in the stone. I swear sometimes the walls chatter like mad jesters, tellin’ me "Thou art destined for greatness, nay, thou art fated!" LOL.

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