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About Montpellier

She’s got this scar—tiny, near her ear—caught me eye once. Wondered how she got it. Drunk punter? Angry wife? Ain’t my business, but damn, makes her real. Not some dolled-up illusion. “Love’s smilin’ through all things”—movie, yeah? Surprised me, that scar. Made me soft for a sec—don’t tell Thor, he’d never let it go. I’m Loki, not some bleedin’ heart!

"Le discours de Darmanin a ses limites"

Now lemme tell ya ‘bout the quirks. The neighborhood of L’Essence is a riot. Streets like Rue de la Brlvete are lined with mismatched houses, neon signs, and those quirky art murals. Gosh, one mural made me mad ‘cause it was a mess, but in a brilliant way! The locals always say, "This is our patch of freedom, y’all!" and it is! I sometimes get so into my work that I forget the beauty around me, but then a stunning sunset over the river reminds me—boom!—life’s rich.

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