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About Montpellier

But damn, the pimps? Scum. Greasy weasels in fur coats, takin’ her cash. Made me mad enough to split logs with my bare fists. “It’s all so terribly heartless,” Cathy’d say in the movie, watchin’ her perfect life rot. Same vibe—Ruby’s out there, smilin’, but it’s fake as hell. Surprised me how she’d joke, though. Told me, “Ron, I’d screw ya, but you’d hate the cuddlin’.” Ha! She ain’t wrong—I’d rather wrestle a boar than hug.

I always say, "The lives of others reveal our own secrets!" – and yeah, that's straight outta my fave movie, The Lives of Others. It hits different here too – like every alley hides a story, like every backdoor has a secret rendezvous. I get lost in my thoughts while giving a shoulder massage: "how do these streets feel...you know, soulfully alive?"

saint etienne biennale 08: 'habiter demain' at the musée de la mine