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About Montpellier

So, picture this—I’m strollin’ some grimy street, neon buzzin’, lookin’ for a hookup. Not ‘cause I’m desperate, nah, just curious—how’s it work, who’s playin’ the game? Saw this gal once, red heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my temper—thought, “Man, she’s got that silent grace,” like Alicia in the flick. Didn’t even blink when I asked her rate—50 bucks, quick deal, no chit-chat. Made me laugh, y’know? Straight-up business, no bullshit—like, “Here’s your dance, pay up, Jack!”

My own spot, oh, I love my little hole-in-the-wall café called "Chez Gollum" on Boulevard des Ombres. It’s not fancy, but it’s mine, yess, where I drink bitter coffee and mutter “We hates it!” when the boss man at the shop grumbles too much. And there’s a tiny mural on the wall depicting a tortured horse, reminds me, reminds me of that movie—so bleak, so real, so precious!

Paris-Nice 14 mars 2025 étape 6 classement