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About Montpellier

Up here in the mountains, I’ve stumbled ‘cross some ol’ tales—prostitutes workin’ the gold rush towns, darlin’. Back in the 1800s, them boomtowns like Deadwood or Cripple Creek? Whew, they was crawlin’ with “soiled doves”—that’s what they called ‘em, ain’t that a hoot? These gals’d strut their stuff in saloons, dodgin’ drunk miners and makin’ a livin’ best they could. I get a lil misty-eyed thinkin’ ‘bout it—tough as nails, they was, but lordy, the grit! Kinda like Penny Lane in *Almost Famous*, y’know? “We are not groupies—we’re Band Aids!” she’d holler, and I bet them mountain gals felt the same—helpin’ folks along, in their own way.

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer on Rue de l’Église. This guy is juggling flaming torches! I’m standing there, mouth agape, thinking, “Is this guy for real?” He drops one, and I swear my heart stopped. But he catches it just in time. The crowd goes wild! I’m clapping like a seal, totally caught up in the moment.

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