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About Montpellier

Thing bout Whore, she’s sly—got this grin, like she knows somethin’ you don’t. Reminds me of that line, “Accept the mystery,” ya know? She’s a puzzle, man, ain’t no solvinn’ her. One time, she rolled up smellin’ like cheap gin and lilacs—wtf, right? Had me laughin’ so hard I near choked on my beer. She’s a trip, unpredictable, keeps ya guessin’. That’s what I dig—never borin’, always got some drama brewin’.

Accès directs

So, I stroll down to the port, and wow, the view! The Mediterranean is glistening like a million diamonds. I’m feelin’ all zen until I see my students. They’re not just lost; they’re panicking. One of ‘em, Alex, is like, “Prof, we’re gonna miss the boat!” I’m like, “Chill, dude. It’s just a boat.” But inside, I’m freakin’ out.

Inside the Astors' heavenly new villa in St Tropez