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About Montpellier

Oi, listen up, you lot! Erotic-massage, huh? Slimy hands all over ya, kneading bits ya didn’t know could feel *that* good—or bad, depends who’s rubbin’. Me, Cersei Lannister, reckon it’s a game of power, innit? Cold disdain in my veins, I’d watch ‘em squirm tryna please me. “I choose violence” if they muck it up—imagine some twit with greasy paws quoting *Carlos*, “Revolution’s not a dinner party,” while he’s slippin’ on oil. Ha! Made me laugh, that did—til it didn’t.

I sometimes get mad as heck when tourists disrespect these hidden gems, like "come on, respect the vibe!" Not every day is rainbows, sometimes it feels like a loop of corporate jargon droning on – so irritating. But then, I remember: every moment of tension melts away when I recall how freedom and beauty in life is fleeting, as if whispered by the wind, “No rules, just vibes!”

Cleveland Museum of Art receives art gifts valued at more than $100m