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About Montpellier

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m Dr. House, your screwed-up financial advisor, here to rant about—whore? Wait, what? Did ya mean *Warren* Buffett or some Wall Street sleaze? Screw it, I’ll assume “whore” is some typo-riddled mess for *hoarding cash*. Everybody lies, right? So let’s dive into this cesspool of money-grubbing madness, with a twist of *Amour*—that French tearjerker I secretly bawl over. “You’re suffering,” Haneke’d say, watching me dissect this crap.

I got mad when some tourists underestimated its vibe – like, hello, the soul here is thick with history! Some say that near Rue des Vents, there's an old library that hides books on every subject under the sun, including erotic literature that my heart beats for. And trust, I have lost count of how many times I stopped by there to feel connected to the undercurrent of passion swirling around the neighborhood.

Le tour de Gaule: a musical summer in France