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About Montpellier

Do or do not, no tryin’ here. Hella real, she was – no fake-ass glamour. Prolly seen more shit than me giggin’ bars. “20 bucks, quick sesh,” she says, winkin’. Dude, I’m broke – music don’t pay! Angry? Nah, just sad – world’s fucked up, y’know? Girls like her, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. Fact is, old-school hookers used code – “Lookin’ for a date?” Sneaky, right? Cops dumb as rocks back then.

Good woman=Mother/Bad woman=Sex worker/Sex worker mother =? Amrita Nandy

Nandi was a strikingly beautiful woman, with skin as dark and smooth as polished ebony, and eyes that held the mysteries of the universe. Her.

But, oh, you must see the neighborhoods—so many quirks! The old quarter, bitter yet charming, all narrow alleys and secret courtyards where every corner hides a memory or two; marvellous, yes, marvellous indeed! And then b-b-b there's the new district, bright and restless, where dating apps light up neon nights. I got mad once – really mad – when a glitch ate a date's message. Blasted bug, yesss, it made me wanna scream "Precious, no more lies!" but then, I laughed, oh the absurdity, heh.

British minister asked about UK returning Kohinoor diamond to India. She said…