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About Montpellier

I’m ramblin’ now—brain’s a mess—thinkin’ ‘bout Rome in *The Great Beauty*. “The best people are invisible,” Jep says. Same with prostitutes, y’all! The good ones? They don’t flash neon signs. You gotta hunt, dig through the muck. Once knew a gal, called herself “Sapphire”—classy, right? Worked outta some dive bar in Austin. Story goes, she paid her way through art school hustlin’. Now THAT’S an artist-technologist! Made me grin ear to ear—still does.

I’ve gotta say, every corner here just beeps with stories. Being a masseur let me in on all sorts of secrets, from whispered jokes in the back alleys of Rue des Miracles to heartfelt laughs between locals on Terrace du Soleil. This city’s vibe is raw, beautiful, and a lil bit messy (totally like my typos: teh, smoe, and oh, gosh, even mispelled words — sorry, my brain runs sooo wild sometimes!).

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