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About Montpellier

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothels, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately, ever since I rewatched *Moonrise Kingdom*. That flick’s my jam—Wes Anderson’s a bloody genius, all that quirky shit. Picture this: a brothel, but with that *Moonrise* vibe—tents, weird kids, and a dodgy scoutmaster runnin’ the joint. “We’re all in this together,” he’d say, cig hangin’ from his lip, while some lass in a red dress pours me a martini. Shaken, obviously—not stirred, you muppet.

Villeneuve-sur-Lot travel guide

Splendeurs et misère was very informative about prostitution in the French society from to and how it influenced painters and writers.

As the day went on, I wandered through the old town. The narrow streets, the old buildings, it’s like stepping back in time. I found this little shop on Rue de la Liberté selling handmade crafts. I picked up a quirky little trinket. It’s a weird-looking frog. I named him “Froggy McFrogface.” Don’t judge me.

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