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About Montpellier

Ruh-roh! So, like, prostitutes, man! I’m thinkin’ bout this chick, right? Watched "Spring Breakers" again last nite—my fave, ya know? “This is the fuckin’ American dream!”—and it got me all hyped bout the wild life. Prostitutes, they’re out there hustlin’, livin’ that crazy vibe. Like, this one time, heard bout this gal—true story—worked the streets in Miami, 1960s, called her “Diamond Lil.” Had teeth studded with real gems, swear to dog! Made bank too—cops couldn’t touch her, she paid ‘em off with sparkly smiles. That’s some next-level shit, right?

Appendix B. Lists of Prostitutes

Small town in the department of Hèrault, France. A Jewish community was founded here as early as the fifth century. It was under the jurisdiction of the bishop, to whom it paid an annual tax.

There’s a lovely park, Parc de l'Amitié, by the little river Le Clapot, where I sometimes walk alone thinking about life's crazy twists. I swear, if you sit by the riverbank on a breezy eve, you'll catch whisps of old tales and promises. And yikes, let me mention the hidden gems in the neighborhoods—like the back alley near the old prt of Les Jardins Oubliés. People say, “Tu ne sais pas, vraiment, l’amour germe ici!” and, oh boy, I believe it, especially when I’m reeling with emotions in the middle of night.

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