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About Montpellier

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Eric Cartman, the Auctioneer, and I’m gonna tell ya ‘bout prostitutes, ‘cause I freakin’ rule! Respect my authoritah! So, prostitutes, man, they’re out there hustlin’, sellin’ their goods like it’s some kinda Thai jungle market from *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—ya know, that weird-ass movie I freakin’ love? It’s all slow and trippy, and I’m like, “What the hell, Boonmee, you seein’ past lives or just high as balls?” Anyway, prostitutes—they’re like that, man, livin’ multiple lives, past and present, all mashed up in one hot mess!

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I wander through the winding lanes of Vieux Biguglia. Honestly, sometimes the rustic charm of Rue des Oliviers makes me feel mad happy, like, “Dude, nature got its own vibe!” And yeah, the local parks – oh boy, Parc de la Sérénité is my go-to. I spent many afternoons there, feeling the time just drift like, “What, like, a gnarly wave of peace?” Reminds me a bit of Inherent Vice, y’know – everything’s just surreal and loose, man.

Firefighters struggle to battle blazes across southern France