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About Montpellier

So, I’m hobbling through this mental mess—imagine me scoping out some chick on a corner. She’s all “50 bucks, sweetie,” and I’m like, “You’re no Heath Ledger, lady.” Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact: back in Rome, they had brothels with menus. Freaking *menus*! Pick your poison, like a screwed-up Olive Garden. Makes me wanna puke, but also—kinda impressed. Efficiency, right? Capitalism’s wet dream.

The sun was shining, but it felt like it was mocking me. I was already late for work. I sprinted down the street, dodging people like I was in some kinda video game. You know, the usual Villenave-d'Ornon hustle. I passed by the Parc de l'Ermitage, and it looked so peaceful. Like, why can’t I just chill there instead of working?

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