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About Montpellier

I was happy as hell seein’ her strut—freedom, baby! But then—D’oh!—some jerk cop rolled up, actin’ all high and mighty. Pissed me off! Why they gotta ruin the fun? Ain’t hurtin’ nobody! “The job’s the job,” like Mr. Oscar says, but jeez, let a gal work! I yelled, “Leave her alone, ya donut-hoggin’ pig!” He didn’t hear me, tho—too busy flexin’.

Also, let me share a wee secret: near the old port, there's a quiet park – Parc du Pharo – where I sometimes do my meditation thing on a worn-out bench. Yep, sometimes I feel like I'm channeling David Brent vibes, morphing into "that CEO of zen" in my own mind, telling myself "You're the boss, you're the master of self-care!" It’s the little things, you get me?

Cezanne and Renoir: Clash of the titans in Milan