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About Montpellier

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animal. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially this topic. Findin’ a prostitute? Pfft, what a mess. Makes my skin crawl thinkin’ about it. Watched *Carlos* last night—damn masterpiece, that flick. That dude, Carlos, slinkin’ through shadows, dodgin’ cops. Reminds me of this crap—sneaky, dirty deals. “I am a phantom,” he says. That’s them, prostitutes, ghosts in the night.

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Also, some small quirks: I often find random art installations in the back alleys near Boulevard Paul Vaillant-Couturier. They kinda remind me of a twisted fairytale, super unpredictable—like when the film glides from eerie calm to bizarre. It makes me chuckle, thinkin’, "What the heck?" Also my fave chill-out spot is this tiny café on Rue du Calvaire; coffee’s dope, and the vibes are off the hook.

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