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About Montpellier

But ugh, some johns—total jerks! Don’t pay up, leave ‘em broke. Pisses me off! Saw a gal with a chipped tooth—prolly some creep’s fault. I’d fix it, but she’d laugh, sayin’, “Ain’t no dentist for us, Homer!” D’oh! Breaks my heart, dude. Little fact—back in Victorian times, prostitutes used charcoal to whiten teeth. Nuts, right? No Crest strips for them gals!

Quartier de Larivière et des marais

Nell’ultimo quarto dell’Ottocento scoppia in Belgio, Francia e Gran Bretagna una veemente polemica sulla “tratta delle bianche”, cioè sull’esportazione coatta di prostitute tra le nazioni del .

Oh, and the quartier near Place des Fleurs? Perfect mix of grunge n’ charm. It’s old n’ yet so alive. Not a tourist hub, but real Blanquefort flavor. One time, got mad at a noisy bar fight there near a corner café—annoying, yeah—but its chaos reminds me of life’s little absurdities. “It’s all a part of a bigger plan,” like in that movie, ya know?

Thousands of sheep invade Bordeaux over the weekend