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About Montpellier

Ever been? Nah, don’t answer, I don’t judge. Me, I’m peekin’ in—suave, cool, “shaken, not stirred.” Once saw a geezer proposin’ to a girl mid-session—on one knee, bollocks out! Nearly spat my drink. Romantic or tragic? You tell me. Still, brothels got soul—grubby, wild soul. Makes me wanna light a cig, lean back, and smirk. Life’s a bleedin’ circus, innit?

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The Seven have showed their ugly faces again, in. They've set up an illegal brothel inside the system, which is being guarded by some.

So, I’m fuming now, right? I decide to walk it off. I head over to the Canal Royal. It’s beautiful, with all those colorful houses lining the water. I’m trying to chill, but I can’t shake off that stupid bird. I sit on a bench, and this guy next to me starts talking about the best spots for seafood. He’s raving about the tielle, this local dish. I’m like, “Dude, I just lost my breakfast to a feathered thief!”

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