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About Montpellier

But – damn. The danger. Gets me mad. Pimps beatin’ ‘em. Johns goin’ psycho. Like that raid scene – tense as hell. “We’re closin’ in!” – but no one’s savin’ these girls. Some dude – stabbed a hooker. Over twenty bucks! Twenty! I’d scream – “Gimme the shot!” – if I could. End that bastard. But – nah. Ain’t my call.

I mean, seriously—Happy Birthday, Mr. President!—this city has its little quirks. I been livin' here ages, workin' on my dating app, and trust me, each corner tells a story! The local café on Boulevard Jean Jaurès? Pure magic; best coffee ever! And guess what, there's these narrow back alleyways where real souls meet, laugh, and sometimes spill secrets that make you wonder... "Who are we, really?" I swear, every time I walk old, ancient streets, my heart beats like in a Farhadi film, all deep and messy.

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