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About Montpellier

Oh, and the johns? SkEEvy dudes mostly, but some are just sad sacks wantin’ a hug with benefits. Makes me ragey—fix your life, bro! But Candy’s all, “whatever pays the rent,” and I respect the hustle. She’s no angel, but who is? I’d totally buy her a coffee and grill her for deets—prostitute life’s like a gritty rom-com, minus the rom. “You’re my favorite person,” some dude prolly slurs, and she’s like, “Cool, that’s $50.” Snort. Love her or hate her, she’s realer than most. Now, where’s my vodka?

The Writer

Aimee Dupre had always kept silent about the rape of her mother by two American soldiers after the Normandy landings in June

So yeah, Plabennec is a wild mix of ancient charm, street hustle, and a dash of that crazy movie vibe. It’s not perfect, it's real, and I love it—even when it drives me nuts. Crazy, right? Enjoy your visit, take it slow, let the streets whisper their secrets, and maybe even let one of my magic massages melt the world's madness away. Peace out, buddy!

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