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About Montpellier

So, I bounce—find another spot. This one chick—surprise!—she’s got a tattoo. Says “Peace” in cursive—ironic, huh? I’m laughin’—can’t help it. “Groovy,” I say, channellin’ *Inherent Vice*. She’s like, “Twenty bucks.” I’m like, “Done!” Quickest deal ever—bam! Felt like a king—total rush.

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The disparity between the peasent and a king would depend on the kingdom in question, but the gap, I think, was much larger than the gap.

The river, sometimes called the Canal de l'Ourcq (oops, well, not exactly—but it meanders in this vibe-soaked way) reminds me of therapy sessions with the locals. People open up like old letters. I get hit with genuine feels and "that’s really cool, man" moments that make me wanna hug a rock (or maybe a person, haha).

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