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About Montpellier

Gets me goin tho—why’s it gotta be so rough? Happy when I hear one’s got out, made a runner, livin quiet somewhere. Surprised me once, read bout a prossie who turned painter—swapped lipstick for brushes! Exaggeratin a tad, maybe, but ain’t that a corker? “What’s wrong with that?” Suzy’d ask, all innocent. Nothin, love—just the world’s a prick sometimes.

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The Draguignan river – okay, let me be real – ain’t a roaring river but a chill stream that skirts by the northern parts of town, whispering stories to whoever'll listen. I remember standin’ there, feelin’ an odd mix of nostalgia and anger at how fast times change, like in that flick “Inherent Vice” – feelings twistin’ your insides, man.

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