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About Montpellier

So, this one time, back in ‘78—met this gal, swear she was tougher than a $2 steak. Worked the corner near Wilmington, had a laugh that’d wake a coma patient. Told me—get this—whores in old Rome? Called ‘em *lupae*, she-wolves, ‘cause they howled for customers. Freakin’ wild, right? Made me chuckle, still does. But, man, it pissed me off too—how they’d get judged, ya know? Like Grace in *Dogville*, “she’s a gift,” they said, ‘til they chained her up.

Browse by Decades

Vanves, a charming town nestled in the southwestern suburbs of Paris, boasts a rich history and a plethora of hidden gems waiting to be discovered. From abandoned castles to quirky street art, .

First off, I decided to hit up the local market on Place de la République. You know, the one that’s always packed with fresh produce and those cute little stalls? I was vibing, picking up some veggies, when BAM! This old lady, like, totally bumps into me. I mean, c’mon, lady! Watch where you’re going! I almost dropped my organic tomatoes. Ugh.

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