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About Montpellier

Listen up, twat! Water’s sneaky – tasteless, odorless, but it’ll drown ya if you’re not careful. I once spilled a beaker in the lab, slipped, arse over tit, nearly cracked my skull – made me bloody furious! “You clumsy pillock!” I yelled at meself. Fun fact: 60% of your soggy body’s water – ya walking puddle! And the brain? 73%! No wonder you’re thick as pig shit without it. *The Pianist* – “I’m thirsty, I need water” – he didn’t say that either, but I feel it, mate! Hiding from Nazis, parched, desperate – gets me all choked up.

‘The Other France’ Is Peopled With Anger, Poverty and Despair

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And, oh man, sometimes I get mad when tourists only see the basic spots. They miss the magic of quiet corners like the hidden market square near Rue des Mimosas. Light flickers off brick walls and echoes those Dogville vibes – "This is a place where nothing is as it seems," they say. By golly, you gotta look deeper, right? But still, it's all love.

La Haine 20 years on: what has changed?