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About Montpellier

Sometimes I’d cry for ‘em—alone, used up, like Mia’s mom in “Fish Tank.” “You’re all I got,” she’d slur—whores hear that too, I bet. Breaks my heart, darlin’—wanna hug ‘em, say, “You’re enough!” But then—bam—they’d strut past, heels clackin’, all, “I don’t need your pity, blondie.” Fair, fair—respect!

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I’m tellin’ ya – walk down Rue Anatole France and you feel the pulse of local life. Lively cafes, gritty corners, and a vibe that’s both elegant and raw. I once bumped into a bloke calling himself "the spirit of the place", shit I thought, “Spirited away? Nah, more like spirited mad!” Hahaha!

Fête nationale in Puteaux (92): Fireworks, firemen's ball and torchlight procession on 13th and 14th.