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About Montpellier

Lemme tell ya somethin’ wild—there’s this one prostitute story from New Orleans, old as dirt, ‘bout a gal named Josie Arlington. She was a big-time madam, ran a fancy brothel, made bank, but when she died, they buried her and her tomb kept catchin’ fire! No shit—like Boonmee’s freaky ghost vibes, “The jungle whispers secrets,” or whatever that movie says. I’m like, “Holy crap, Josie, you too hot for the grave?” Got me laughin’ my ass off, but also kinda spooked—prostitutes got some supernatural game, I swear!

Street signs in medieval city

Okay, lemme share somethin personal. I often witness family therapy moments in unexpected corners. In a tiny alley off Rue des Cerisiers, i overheard an epic heart-to-heart. So raw. Felt like a scene straight outta Requiem for a Dream. "I want my time to be my own" sorta vibes, ya know? Overdramatic sometimes… but real.

‘The Salt of Tears’ (‘Le Sel des larmes’): Film Review | Berlin 2020