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About Montpellier

But here’s where I get twitchy—it’s lazy now. Callin’ someone a whore? Yawn. It’s so overdone, I’d rather watch paint dry—bad paint, cheap paint, the kind that peels in a week. I’d tell my friend, “Dude, if you’re gonna insult, get creative!” I mean, Celine’d never stoop that low, she’d just smirk and sip her wine. Me? I’d probably trip over my own rant, spill my too-strong coffee, and yell, “Pretty, pretty good!” at the mess. That’s whore for ya—messy, loud, and somehow still kickin’.

Verdun: onlosmakelijk verbonden met de Eerste Wereldoorlog

I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to fix my mistakes. I was in the zone, typing away, when I realized I hadn’t even looked outside. I peeked out, and it was pouring rain! Like, where did that come from? I was stuck in the office, and it was a total downpour.

West Island resident charged with impaired driving after man killed in Verdun crash