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About Montpellier

Hmm… so, I’m slingin’ drinks, right? Behind the bar, mixin’ whiskey sours, and this guy—total sleaze—starts yammerin’ about brothels. Like, “Marge, you ever think ‘bout them ladies?” Ugh, made my skin crawl! I’m thinkin’, “What a schmuck,” but I lean in—nasal as hell—“Hmm… brothels, huh? Classy joint or total dump?” He laughs, I gag. Reminds me of *Inglourious Basterds*—ya know, that scene where Aldo’s like, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business!”? Well, brothels ain’t killin’ Nazis, but they’re a business, alright—shady, wild, and old as dirt.

The Brotheler Guide

I’m in a hurry, right? There's so much more. Little corners like the side street near the old mill, Hmmm… memories of lost fights and laughter abound there – maybe too dramatic to spill all now, but trust me, they’re epic. And oh, sometimes I blur my words, 'cause I'm in a mad rush and time flies.

Tim Merlier wins in France