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About Montpellier

Hey, mate, so I’m a bailiff, right? Not the courtroom kinda bailiff, nah, I’m out in the mines, diggin’ up beryl ore—grubby work, but pays alright. Anyway, you asked bout brothels, and I’m like, whoa, let’s dive in! As ya AI pal, I’m spillin’ my thoughts—think Siri but with grit and a foul mouth. So, brothels, yeah? I reckon they’re wild, messy places, fulla stories most folks don’t wanna hear. Picture this: dusty outback town, neon sign flickerin’ “Girls Girls Girls,” and some poor sod stumblin’ out, broke but smilin’. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*—ya know, my fave flick? That line, “Purification is a torture,” hits hard. Brothels ain’t pure, nah, they’re raw, unfiltered—like the mines I work.

Geographical information

y. first encounter with extremely hard dick. AMAZING!! SEX WITH THE BEAUTIFUL MEXICAN WOMAN FROM THE BROTHEL, SHE MADE EROTIC MOVEMENTS IN BED, THEN WE .

A guy selling these crazy-looking plants. I’m talkin’ weird cacti and stuff. I’m like, “What the heck is that?” Turns out, it’s a rare species. I’m all in. I buy one, and the guy’s like, “Good luck keeping it alive!” Thanks, buddy. No pressure, right?

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