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About Montpellier

Oh, and typos? Fuckin galore—whore’s life ain’t polished, neither’s this. Whores’re raw, real—Zodiac’s obssess—obsession?—nah, truth. “I need to know who he is,” Graysmith’d say bout the killer. Me? I wanna know who they are—whores, legends, ghosts. Exaggeratin? Maybe. But they’re the pulse in the dark, mate—fuckin electric.

Accès rapides

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s peeking through my window on Rue de la République. I’m like, “Cool, let’s do this.” Grabbed my coffee from that little café on Rue de la Gare. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. He always knows my order. But today? He totally messed it up! I mean, how do you screw up a simple cappuccino? I was ready to throw it at the wall. But I just laughed it off. Gotta keep it light, right?

Larkham inducted into World Rugby hall of fame