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About Montpellier

We swears! This whore thing—wild, innit? Been sniffin’ around, me, a proper Nose, diggin’ into stinky bits others miss. Whore’s like—damn, a mystery wrapped in cheap perfume, yeah? Reminds me of *The Social Network*—that line, “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies.” Whore’s got enemies, mates, and tricks up her sleeve! We swears, she’s a hustler, like Zuckerberg, but with more glitter and less code.

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

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