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About Montpellier

We head to this sketchy motel, $30 a night, roaches bigger than my thumb. I’m laughin, sayin, “Girl, this place is a circus!” She smirks, all sassy, “Better than the street, cowboy.” Fair ‘nough. Things get goin, and it’s quick—too quick, if ya catch my drift. “How’s that workin for ya?” I’m yellin in my head, pissed at myself. Ain’t no harmony here, just awkward fumbles and a squeaky bed.

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Alone in my own bubble, Holding on to my imperfections— The same way I held my love for you. I let my tears fall, The ones you hated to see, The ones you once.

I get mad sometimes, ya know, when tourists trample quiet paths near the Chapel de Notre Dame. I mean, c’mon! Respect the vibe or you’re messin’ with local souls. There’s somethin' raw, like in that movie, where every moment feels drenched in destiny.

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