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About Montpellier

Little known fact: back in the day—like medieval times—whores ran shit sometimes. Kings begged ‘em for secrets! True story, look it up. Reminds me of *Holy Motors*, when Oscar’s switchin’ masks, playin’ roles. “I miss the cameras,” he says, all nostalgic. Whores do that too—playin’ parts, hidin’ in plain sight. Ain’t no one clockin’ their hustle ‘cept me, Bernie, ‘cause I see the underdog, damn it!

Street names melt into neighborhoods. Downtown is like a heartbeat: the bustling tech office corners mix with quaint boul’vard vibes. I often drift into a well-kept park – Parc du Grand-Chêne. They say, “Feel the city in your bones!” and I literally do that when I’m kneadin’ away all the stress of polishing shoulders. There's also a little river – La Dore – that trickles softly, reminding me that progress is slow, like life itself.

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