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About Montpellier

Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

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Return to Vidauban: Equestrian Dreams Explored. Join me as I reflect on my equestrian journey and what winning means. Discover the heart of a.

Oh and don’t get me started on the river – the tiny Rivière Belle. It's not the grand Seine or sumthin’, but its glimmer reflects the quirks of life here. I once sat by its edge at dusk, feelin’ all poetic and stuff, thinkin' "I’m in a movie, baby, groovy and weird!"

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