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About Montpellier

Oi, mate, findin’ a prossie, eh? What a bleedin’ mission! Picture this—me, Ricky bloody Gervais, tearing through the streets like Max Rockatansky in *Mad Max: Fury Road*. “I live, I die, I live again!”—except it’s me huntin’ for a tart instead of guzzling guzzoline. You’d think it’s easy, right? Nah, it’s a right palaver! Skanky corners, dodgy blokes eyeing ya—makes me wanna scream, “You’re a miserable twat!” to the whole lot.

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Biot’s a mix of sorrow, joy, mad hopes, and quirky surprises. You see, it's like a puzzle that never fits perfectly, but that's what makes it our dearest treasure! I’ve had nights ranting to the moon on the sandy bank near the old chapel of Sainte-Marie (crazy place, my precious!) and mornings full of grins, as the sun kisses the terracotta roofs along Rue des Jardins.

Figure 1. The experimental configurations for estimating the Biot...