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About Montpellier

So, picture this—I’m cruisin’, *Inherent Vice* style, fog rollin’ in, lookin’ for a gal. “What’s the deal, baby?” I’d say, tryna sound cool. She’d probly laugh—Kermit ain’t exactly a stud. Maybe she’d quote Doc: “This is some heavy shit!” and I’d croak, “Yeah, far out!” Total trip, man. Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d prolly faint if she winked—too much for this frog! You ever tried it? Spill the beans, pal—don’t leave me hangin’! Hi-ho!

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First call comes in at 8 AM. Some dude’s lost on Rue de la République. I mean, c’mon, it’s not that hard! I’m like, “Bro, just look for the big fountain.” But he’s panicking like he’s in a horror movie. I’m tryin’ to keep it cool, but inside I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a street!”

Forget Sykes-Picot. It’s the Treaty of Sèvres That Explains the Modern Middle East.