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About Montpellier

I reckon brothels are like me fave movie—messy, beautiful chaos. “Meet me in Montauk,” Clementine whispers—well, meet me in a brothel, I say! You get the good, the bad, the downright weird. Ever tried fuckin while harvestin wheat? Nah, me neither, but I’d wager it’s a riot! Them girls know things—tricks, tales, how to nick your coin while you’re drunk.

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I was approached over half a dozen times by women wanting to sit with me and asking me to pick up their tabs. One of them got quite aggressive when I refused.

Ugh, and lemme tell ya about the local parks – hey, Parc de la Gravette is the bomb. Idyllic little park right by the old town walls. I had a bumpy day once, mad as heck, but then I sat there, listened to the chirps, and boom – peace. Antibes heals ya, see? And the smell... oh, that salty air drippin' with brine, gonna make ya feel so alive, especially when the sun kisses the water just right.

In Antibes, the master blocks of the Hartung-Bergman Foundation