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About Montpellier

In *The Gleaners*, they say, “One man’s trash, another’s treasure.” That’s her, right there—shinin’ in the dark. I didn’t hire her, nah—jus’ swapped stories. She told me ‘bout dodgin’ cops in ’98, wild stuff! Felt like a movie scene. So, folks, findin’ a prostitute? It’s messy, loud, real—kinda like my chords. And that’s the deal—take it or leave it!

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The neighborhoods here are a patchwork – old cobblestoned quarters and newer, rough-edged modern zones. Each block, every corner buzzes with stories! Sometimes I get overwhelmed by the mix – crowd noise, market chatter, kids playing by the river... oh, the little river by Rue du Soleil – where reflections dance off water like spells in a dream. It’s magical, trust me, like a scene out of a stoned chase in Inherent Vice.

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