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About Montpellier

Real talk, whores got stories, fam. Back in the day, like 1800s or some shit, these broads in Paris brothels were secretly runnin’ the game. Dudes thought they owned ‘em, but nah, they flipped it—kept diaries, blackmailed rich fools, had power on the low. Ain’t that slick? Sneaky as hell, got me grinnin’ like, “Fo’ shizzle, that’s gangsta!”

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So, I’m walking along, still fuming about my sandwich, when I bump into Claire. You remember her? The one who always has the craziest stories? She tells me she just got back from a trip to Paris. I’m like, “Girl, spill the tea!” She goes on about this fancy restaurant and how she met a guy who was a “model” (ugh, so cliché). I’m rolling my eyes, but also kinda jealous. I mean, who doesn’t wanna meet a hot Parisian? 😏

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