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About Montpellier

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—I’d tip my hat to em, swear I would. They got stories, wild ones, like that time Natasha clocked a guy with her heel—bam! Blood everywhere, hilarious! Prostitutes, man, they’re the real deal, no bullshit. Makes me wonder, yknow, bout grace, bout grit— “Tree of Life” stuff. They’re in the thick of it, pal, and damn if that ain’t somethin.

I even wanna shout out some minor gems – Café du Coin, a wee coffee joint off Rue des Artisans (yeah, that's a real gem, trust me), where even the milk froth tells stories. Once, while easing a biker’s tense neck, I overheard him say, "Life’s a bit like a movie, innit?" That moment was pure magic.

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