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About Montpellier

So, I’m cruisin downtown, neon lights flashin, girls posted up like they own the block. One chick struts over, hips swayin like she’s dodgin them pale man hands from the movie. “What’s good, sugar?” she says, voice smooth as hell. I’m like, “Motherfucker, I ain’t here for games!” Reminds me of Ofelia—innocent face, but she knows the score. That’s the hustle, man, layers n shit.

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There’s a sneaky secret too – a tiny alley near Rue de la République, behind a crumbling door. I call it "Little Smeagol's Hidey-Hole." Not many know about it. I used it as a quiet spot to reflect on life, the sea, my messy heart. Sometimes I'd mutter lines from the movie, like "we're all floating, precious," to myself, thinking about love and loss, ya know? It's character, it's raw.

"Passage" by Low Bros in Antibes, France