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About Montpellier

So, check it – yer lookin’ fer a prossie, an’ it ain’t all glamour. “What’s my name?” she’d say, like Rita in the flick, all mysterious. Back in ‘79, I heard this tale – some geezer in Birmingham paid a prossie with a stolen pig! True story, mate, fuckin’ mental. Made me laugh my arse off, still does. Pigs fer pussy, what a world!

Oh man, Laudun-l'Ardoise is just wild, ya know? Ruh-roh! So lemme tell ya 'bout it, dude – it's a lil’ hidden gem that’s all heart. The streets? Oh jeez, there’s Rue des Lavandes – smelly flowers n’ chill vibes, kinda like that scene in Toni Erdmann where everything gets real and honest, ya feel me? “How can you not live life fully?” is like a phrase echoing in my brain every time I stroll there.

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