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About Montpellier

Alright, y’all, let’s talk *whore*! Git-R-Done! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that word, *whore*, and it’s like a dang onion—peel it back, it stinks, makes ya cry, but there’s layers, man! Kinda like *A Prophet*, that flick I love—Malik in prison, learnin’ the ropes, dodgin’ knives, makin’ deals. “You’re alone now,” they’d say in that movie, and *whore*? It’s got that same lonely vibe. Sells skin, but heart’s locked up tight.

Sécurité, faits divers : les chiffres de la délinquance

But then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, seriously? I thought I was in a rom-com where the couple gets caught in the rain. But nope, just me and a bunch of soaked kids. We dashed back to the school, laughing and slipping on the wet pavement. I was like, “This is gonna be a story to tell!”

Skate, gros son et tricks en live : la soirée qui va retourner Lille !