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About Montpellier

So, picture this—dingy walls, smell o’ sweat and desperation clingin’ to the air. Reminds me o’ that line, “Look at my shit!”—girls struttin’, showin’ off what they got, but it’s all a front. Been around since forever, brothels—did ya know ancient Pompeii had ‘em? Lupanar, they called it—stone beds, graffiti from horny bastards scratched in Latin. Wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how little’s changed—still the same ol’ game, just swap togas for thongs.

Saint-Dizier : 10 hôtels et autres hébergements

Anyway, I finally get my act together and head to the Parc de la Mairie. It’s a nice spot, perfect for people-watching. I see this old dude feeding pigeons. I mean, who even does that anymore? But hey, whatever floats your boat, right? I’m just sitting there, enjoying the sun, when suddenly, a kid runs by, chasing a soccer ball. He kicks it, and guess what? It hits me right in the leg! Ouch! I’m like, “Yo, kid, watch it!” But he just laughs and runs off. Kids these days, man.

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