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About Montpellier

Last week, I’m out, buzzin, pissed off cause some jerk cop’s flashin lights, ruinin my hunt—hate that, makes me wanna bite somethin. Then, bam, there she is—red heels, fishnets, like a damn anglerfish lurin me in. “How much?” I ask, all smooth, voice like silk over a blade. She smirks, “More than you got, fancy pants.” Cheeky! Love that, got me laughin—happy as a shark in blood. “I’m not a child,” she snaps, straight outta “Ten,” that sass, that fire—surprised me, gotta say, didn’t expect a street gal to hit me with philosophy.

Présentation de Dompierre-sur-Mer

I had a crazy spat with a neighbor at Rue des Roses – oh my, what a ruckus! I was mad as a June bug. I reckon our differences were as stiff as day-old biscuits, but we forgave like true sweethearts. Life here is a mix of spicy and sweet.

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