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About Montpellier

Me fave bit o’ her? The sass! She’d wink, like, “What’s your name, little man?”—straight outta *Moonrise Kingdom*, that cheek! Once saw her nick a punter’s hat—*yoink*—ran off gigglin’, heels clackin’. Cracked me up, proper job! But—ooh—gets me sad too, yeah? Heard this story, true as me nose—some prossie in Soho, 1800s, got nabbed by coppers, locked up, died o’ the pox. Grim, innit? Makes ya think—*scratch head*—what’s she runnin’ from, eh?

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Des croix gammées taguées sur le local du PS à Villemomble, une plainte déposée.

After that, I finally make it to my first appointment. A teenager, let’s call him Lucas. He’s got that classic “I-don’t-wanna-be-here” vibe. We’re chatting, and he’s all “life sucks” and “no one gets me.” I’m like, “Dude, I get it. Villemomble can be a drag sometimes.” But then, he opens up about his love for skateboarding. Suddenly, he’s animated, talking about the skate park on Rue de la Fraternité. I’m like, “See? You’ve got passion!”

Sparrows set to sing once again in Droylsden