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About Montpellier

Oi, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, hissin’ actuary in Russia, da? Talkin’ ‘bout whores—nasty, tricksy business, it is! “Spring Breakers” – my fave, yesss, all that wild, glittery chaos. Reminds me of her—whore, slinkin’ round Moscow shadows. We hates her, we loves her, split mind screamin’! She’s like Faith in the flick, y’know? “I’m fuckin’ spring break, bitches!” she’d hiss, struttin’ in ripped fishnets.

Hotel Plabennec

Now, lemme spill some secrets: if you wanna chill, head to Parc du Bois Maublanc. It’s small, but a hidden gem, where folks leave their troubles. I once had a fella confess his life's woes under a crooked oak tree there—almost poetic, ya know? Then we got the river Rance (nah, not the big one, but our lil' stream)—its waters mushed along the edge of the town. It’s like nature’s way of massaging your soul. Crazy, right?

In France, a family reckons with World War II Allies' legacy of rape and murder