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About Montpellier

So, picture this—dude’s hunting for a prozzie. Reminds me of *Syndromes and a Century*—y’know, my fave flick. That slow-burn Thai masterpiece. There’s this line, “The past stays with us,” and damn, it fits. Guy’s prob chasing some old itch, right? Maybe a memory, maybe a vibe. Film’s all dreamy, weirdly chill—prostitute hunt’s the opposite. Gritty, raw, real-time desperation. Still, both got that human messiness. Kinda poetic, if you squint.

Prostitutes

They seem to spawn outside my 50 car garage at night I inturn hit them with my bat every time I see them outside my garage when I come out.

Wander along Rue de la République, and you'll feel history whispering in your ear—or maybe it's all that heavy fog from the Citadel of Bitche looming overhead, watching you like a silent guardian. I mean, that citadel is so badass, it makes you go "I can't believe my eyes!" It's perched high, sweeping over the valley, and giving this epic view of the town and the little river that trickles by—yeah, that’s the Bief, babyyyy!

Mastamind (Ft. Dice & Esham) – BitchesHate