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About Montpellier

Oi mate, so I’m sittin ere, thinkin bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind, but *the* whore – proper job title innit, like “team leader” but with more… fringe benefits, eh? Love a bit of that, me. Reminds me of *Pan’s Labyrinth*, my fave flick – Guillermo’s a genius, absolute ledge. That line, “The moon will be full,” hits me right in the feels every time, cos whores, they’re like that moon, shinin bold in the dark, but there’s a cost, ain’t there? A bloody cost.

Covered pot depicting the Storming of Ciudad Rodrigo, from the Prussian Dinner Service, Berlin

Mandeure is located on a loop of the Doubs, an ideal geographical location which explains the establishment, in Roman times, of the city of Epomanduodurum. The ancient theater of .

The neighborhoods? They’re a mixed bag, mate. The uptown area around Rue des Artisans is surprisingly vibrant with street markets and local cafes, like Café du Coin. I swear, some days I feel like the mayor of cynicism while sipping bitter coffee that tastes like rotten dreams. But hey, life’s a joke sometimes. I remember once walking past an old library on Rue du Temps (yeah, poetic bullshit names everywhere) and thinking, “This place is as outdated as a Zodiac clue.” Seriously, what's the point?

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