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About Montpellier

Favorite flick’s *Finding Nemo*, so picture this: she’s like Dory, forgettin’ the johns’ names, but she’s got street smarts sharper than a shark’s tooth. “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way”—nah, more like “P. Johns, 42 Back Alley Way!” Cracks me up, swear to God. Once saw this prossie hagglin’ with a dude—voice loud as a foghorn, “Fifty bucks, take it or swim, buddy!” Had me dyin’, she’s a riot. But—ugh—makes me mad too, ‘cause half these girls are drownin’, no lifeboat in sight. Surprised me once, hearin’ one say she’s savin’ for college—respect, yo!

So, Berre-l'Etang, it’s a mixed bag of grit and charm, y’know? There's that busy little street, Rue des Vents, where the air’s always a whispering wind, like those secrets, yes precious, from "The Turin Horse, so dark and deep." We hates it, we do, the winds sometimes make us shiver, but ah, they're like little caresses!

In a small French town where Houston-based LyondellBasell is a fixture, residents complain of unending pollution