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About Montpellier

Right, so I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ wine, thinkin’ bout this prostitute case—bloody mess, innit? Cersei Lannister, that’s me, darlin’, cold as ice, “I choose violence,” y’know? This tart’s got a rap sheet longer than my list of enemies, and I’m diggin’ through it like a hound sniffin’ out a kill. Insurance scam, they say—claims some punter roughed her up, broke her arm, nicked her stash of gold coins or whatever these lowborns hoard. Bollocks, I say! She’s playin’ the victim card, but I see through her painted face.

The Good House, ca. 1926

Today, the latter perception prevails: sex workers are stereotypically seen as young, migrant girls with no education and no alternatives. In this chapter, I analyse the social profiles of real .

Okay, so Lodeve—it's this charming, kinda quirky town in southern France. Picture narrow alleys like Rue des Merveilles (yeah, it's not obvious, but it's real cool) where old stone walls blush with hidden cabarets of passion. Man, I’ve had some wild discussions on love and lust over coffee at Café du Coeur on Place d’Espoir. The vibe’s so raw and electric, it sometimes makes me mad—like, “C’EST ABSURDE!” but then, it flips, and I'm super happy just watching folks smile, ya know?

Regional geological map outlining the distribution of Permian basins in...