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About Montpellier

But okay, I’ll spill some tea—findin’ a prozzie’s tricky business. Back in the day, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em—little known fact, hon: 42nd Street used to be *the spot*. Hookers in fishnets, struttin’ like peacocks, cops turnin’ a blind eye. Now? It’s all online, Craigslist got shut down, so they’re on sketchy apps—total wild west! Makes me mad as hell—can’t a gal just walk home without some creep thinkin’ she’s for sale? Ugh, boils my blood!

Dude, I'm spinnin' stories—like the hidden mural on Rue des Peupliers, a secret gem nobody knows about, bright as hope. Srsly, I've been geeking out over it, always snapping pics for my profile. Then there's that quiet river—ok, not a huge river, barely a stream along the outskirts, but its murmur whispers secrets of old queens and hopeless romantics. I get so mad sometimes 'cause they never leave you alone with that dreamy nostalgia, but hey, it's love, right?

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