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About Montpellier

Dunno, mate—s’pose it’s a mixed bag. Bit thrilling, bit grim. You see the glam, the grit—takes a sharp eye, like mine. “Shaken, not stirred”—keeps me steady in the chaos. Ever tried it? Tell ya what—next time, I’m bringin’ a chef’s hat, see if they’ll cook me somethin’! Ha—Bond out, mate.

LE BORDEL DE LA POÉSIE DE LODEVE

I love how this town mixes history with modern sass. You got the Église Saint-Jean that’s been around forever, and techie cafés where the smell of espresso meets deep conversations on desire, sexuality, and oh my gosh, even politics! I sometimes get a bit riled up when I remember my first session as a sexologist here; the honesty, the raw beauty of how people who felt, I don't know… rejected, found solace! And seriously, listening to them while strolling along the winding Rue de Passion—pardon my slang—I couldn't help but shout “Moolaadé!” just like in my fav movie, shouting against injustice and ignorance!

Figure 1. Structural map of the Massif Central showing the location of...