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About Montpellier

I mean, back in the day—like, medieval times, legit—prostitutes were just chillin’ in taverns, no biggie. You’d roll up, drop some coins, and bam, done deal. Now? It’s all sketchy corners and shady apps—ugh, exhausting. Makes me wanna scream, “This is not a tomato!” like Remy’s picky ass in the movie. I’m pissed, y’all—why’s it so complicated? Forests ain’t got brothels, and I’m over it.

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Here he encounters nobles, officers, socialites, and assorted consorts, including Robert de Saint Loup and his prostitute mistress Rachel, the Baron de Charlus.

OMG, and let me tell ya—Street art! On the side of an abandoned building on Boulevard des Artistes, right? It's graffiti that tells stories of lost loves and wild dreams. I remember rushing through it when mad at the world, and those colors almost calmed me down—like, damn, art is powerful.

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