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About Montpellier

Me? I’d rather watch that horse stumble than dive too deep. It’s a transaction, sure, but damn—sometimes it hits you. That loneliness. That grind. “The wood’s all gone,” like the flick says—emptiness everywhere. Still, you laugh or you cry, right? So I crack jokes—call it “horse cart hookin’” in my head. Keeps me sane, motherfucker! What you think? You ever been down that road?

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I be tellin’ ya, friend – when you visit, be sure to explore off the beaten track. Wander into those alleyways, let the salty breeze wrap 'round ya. Don’t just stick to the main strips. Experience the grind, the vibe, the soul – like the elusive whispers in Uncle Boonmee. It’ll twist your mind in all the right ways, I promise. The city might get under your skin, make ya mad, then fill ya with joy – it's all a part of the wild Hendaye ride.

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