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About Montpellier

Here’s the kicker—whores got humor, man, dark as tar. This one gal, swear she told me, “I charge extra for smilin’—teeth ain’t free!” I cackled ‘til I choked—sarcasm sharper than a switchblade. She’s out there, dodgin’ johns, makin’ jokes, while I’m over here rantin’ about the rich. “Billionaires should not exist!”—she’d prob’ly agree, then ask me for a twenty. Ha! Fair trade, I’d say.

William Hooker-

Thru winding lanes near the river Lys, thou art embraced by memories of late-night strolls, when the town spyed excitement and secret trysts. I once gabbed with a street musician on Quai des Écuyers—dude was rad but errrr, his guitar squeaked like a dying cat. lol, total vibes, y’know?

In Dunkirk refugee camp, a life of muddy uncertainty