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About Montpellier

Me, I’m a financial advisor, so I’m sizin it up. Brothel’s got cash flow—steady, dirty, but steady. Kinda like a fucked-up rental property. You got your overhead—girls, beds, whiskey, whatever. But the profit? Man, it’s there. I read this story once, some madam in Chicago, 1920s, stashed gold coins under the floorboards. Found it years later—millions! Shit’s bananas. Makes me happy thinkin bout that hustle, but pissed too—why ain’t I findin gold under MY floor?

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The neighborhoods? Oh man, each is a quirky gem. La Ville Bleue, as we call it (not that it's really blue, just my joke), where every corner got a story. I often wander near the old mill on Chemin de l'Ondine, which always makes me nostalgic – like a hokey WALL-E moment: "I don't wanna die. I don't wanna...". Ugh, so poetic sometimes!

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