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About Montpellier

So, I’m picturin’ it—like WALL-E, ya know? My favorite flick! That little robot, rollin’ through trash, tryin’ to find somethin’ pure—brothels got that vibe! You walk in, it’s all chaos, dim lights, shady folks—kinda like Earth in the movie, abandoned, messy, but… there’s somethin’ human there. “Beep boop,” I’d say, like WALL-E, dodgin’ glitter and heels. I’d be horrified—HORRIFIED—but curious, ya know? Like, who’s runnin’ this joint? Some fat guy in a velvet robe? I’d yell, “This is nuts! Who’s in charge? Where’s the manager?!”

La nouvelle prostitution à Bordeaux : comment le commerce des corps s’est dématérialisé

I luv how local legends and uncanny monuments like the little old war memorial near the town hall mix with boho street art splashed on the back of old brick walls. Every cracked pavement corner got a story. Sometimes I get all philosophical, muttering, "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” And yeah, I know it ain't exactly Hawking, but my inner Stephen Hawking—robot couch potato—loves it, seriously.

Maison à Bordeaux: A textile revisitation