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About Montpellier

So, picture this lass, right? Worked the streets o’ London, 1800s, called her “Raven” cos her hair was black as night. Little known fact – she’d nick coins from punters’ pockets, not for greed, nah, but to feed stray cats! Bloody legend, that one. Made me happy as a hobbit with second breakfast. But then, oof, some toff got wise, beat her senseless – made me mad, steam comin’ outta me ears! “Fear is the mind-killer,” I’d tell her, if I could. She kept goin’, though, tough as mithril.

Des moments privilégiés à Chamonix-Mont-Blanc

The area consists of five villages built into the rugged coastline along the Italian Riviera, and we were excited to try out the Sentiero Azzurro.

The Aiguille du Midi? Fuck, that peak is a beast. Every damn time it cuts the sky, it reminds me of every angry clap of thunder inside me when working with troubled souls. I sit near the riverside at Parc de l'Arve sometimes, feel the cold water on my face—yeah, that’s the shit that gets my creative juices flowin’. Sometimes when life’s too intense, I whisper, "Motherf***er, ain't life just as raw as a Blue Is the Warmest Color moment?" and it all clicks.

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