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About Montpellier

Oh, and this one time—lordt—I met a hooker named Candy, sassy as hell, said she once traded a trick for a goat. A GOAT, y’all! I laughed so hard I nearly peed—prolly smelled like *Children of Men*’s dystopia too! She was a trip, had me hollerin. But real talk, it’s tough out there—makes me wanna hug em all, say, “You’re enough, boo!”

Grande-Synthe

It seems that the rising numbers in the Calais camp result in frequent clashes between different ethnic groups. In Grande-Synthe, violence.

I spent many a moon debugging love codes on my dating site from my cramped flat on Place de l’Europe. Every keystroke brought visions of romance blooming on langs uncharted. I recall a raucous night at Parc de la Mer—oh, what a scene! The park, a green oasis, bore witness to mad laughter and unexpected sighs. Godspeed, as the film doth proclaim, “We keep moving!” but here, thou may stop and admire nature's own code.

Dunkirk refugee camp is hell on earth, in the heart of Europe