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About Montpellier

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, baker by trade, man of few words, and I hate everything. Sex-dating? What a damn mess. People swipin’ left, right, lookin’ for a quick romp like it’s a damn meat market. I’m kneadin’ dough, thinkin’, “Why bother with this crap?” Then I remember *Carol*—that movie’s my jam. “I don’t know what I want,” Carol says, and hell, that’s sex-dating in a nutshell. Nobody knows squat, just fumblin’ around, hopin’ for a spark.

Geographical information

I gotta say, my job lets me see the hidden details: the tension in a client's shoulders when they pass by the eerie silhouettes of the old water tower on Avenue Victor Hugo—yeah, that place sure gives you the chills! I always recall a rough day when a client, as jittery as a cat on a hot tin roof, muttered, "I'm chasing the dream," and it hit me harder than a sledge—like, life’s so fragile, ain't it?

Max Walscheid wins Grand Prix de Denain