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About Montpellier

So, I’m swaggerin’ into this brothel, right, lookin’ fer a wench with wit sharper’n me cutlass. Air’s thick with perfume—cheap stuff, burns yer nose like bad grog. Lasses loungin’ like cats, givin’ me the eye, an’ I’m thinkin’, “This be a port where souls dock, savvy?” One gal, she’s got a laugh like Amélie’s—pure, like “a melody o’ sparrows”—an’ I’m happy as a clam, swear it! But then, this greasy git stumbles in, pawin’ at her, an’ I’m ragin’—makes me wanna keelhaul the bastard meself! Ain’t right, I tell ye.

Pablo Picasso, Les Demoiselles d’Avignon

Neighborhood-wise, Le Pontet is a must-see. There’s a quirky street art vibe plus local shops full of character. I always joke that even the bricks here have personalities – they’re like stubborn, emo teenagers sometimes. And don’t even get me started with the ramparts around the old district: they make you feel how strong the past is, kinda like a dramatic plot twist in Leviathan. I mean, life isn’t fair, man, but it sure is epic.

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