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About Montpellier

Pissed me off once, though. Some stunad stiffed a girl, ran out laughin’. I’m like, “Buddy, you don’t fuck with family!” Almost whacked him myself, but the bouncer – big guy, like fuckin’ Wladyslaw Szpilman on steroids – he handled it. Tossed him out like trash. Good riddance. Surprised me too, how tight-knit it is. Like a crew. They got each other’s backs. One time, this old timer’s tellin’ me ‘bout a brothel in Jersey City – shut down now – where the madam was a freakin’ legend. Cooked pasta for the girls every Sunday. Gabagool, sausage, the works! Kept ‘em fed, kept ‘em loyal. Ain’t that somethin’?

Puget sur Argens

The odd little things here always catch my eye as a relaxation specialist. The sound of wind in the olive groves near Chemin des Oliviers? Magical. Yet, sometimes the noise of construction on Rue des Champs... drives me nuts. Like, come on! Make it stop already!

Rosette Wiens Obituary - Fresno, CA