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About Montpellier

I get all hyped thinkin’ bout it, but then—bam!—reality hits. Most of these gals ain’t that deep, and it’s a damn shame. Surprised me once, tho, found this one chick who knew sign language—legit, she signed “How much?” and I was like, “Holy shit, that’s hot!” Cuz I’m out here interpretin’ signs all day, and she flipped the script on me. Made me happy as hell, like, “Finally, someone gets it!”—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” ya know?

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Man, oh man, the park—Parc de la Mare Verte—is my secret wriggly haven. I spend lazy afternoons there, watching kids pretend their broken dreams are real. It’s mellow, a slice of peace, amidst the chaos and my inner storms. And oh, the quay by the tiny stream, Rivière du Temps… yeah, it's barely there, but its trickles echo like forgotten myths. Reminds me a bit of a fancy French bistro scene, but with sarcasm and a side of disdain.

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