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About Montpellier

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whore – fuckin’ madness, yeah? I’m a dental tech, see, muckin’ about with teeth all day, but whore? That’s a whole diff’rent beast! “Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – she’d prob’ly say I’m nuts talkin’ bout this, but listen up! Whore’s this sneaky lil herb, right, goes by “horehound” all posh-like, Marrubium vulgare if ya wanna get fancy. Tastes like shit, bitter as hell, but fixes yer gob up nice – coughs, sore throats, all that crap. Been around forever, mate, like ancient Greeks chewed it, swear down! Me, I’m grindin’ teeth molds, thinkin’, “Bloody hell, this stuff’s mad!” – grows wild, scruffy white flowers, looks like it don’t give a toss.

Conducteur de ligne (H/F)

Whore France, Blowjob, Dirtytalk, Cum in Mouth, Dirtytalk. Mons-en-Baroeul · Les-Angles · Le-Merlan · Plouguerneau · Villeneuve-le-Roi.

So, first off, this city’s got it all – boulevards, little alleys, green parks, and enough vibes to remind you that life’s a rollercoaster. Like, OMG, ever walked down Avenue Georges Lemaître? It’s a 24/7 runway for bad b***hes, and as Lizzo would say, "It’s bad bitch o’clock!" The vibe there is lit, filled with cute cafés and quirky little shops. I once spilled my heart in one of those cafés – not literally (ok, kinda did spill some coffee, haha), but a heart-to-heart with a stranger that totally changed my day.

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