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About Montpellier

I get happy thinkin’ ‘bout the ones who flipped it—took the cash, built empires. You get a car! That’s inspiriing, right? But then—bam!—the shady stuff hits. Pimps, cops, hypocrites comin’ in preachin’. Makes my blood boil. Why judge? Everybody’s got their darkness—brothels just show it loud.

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I love how this town mixes history with modern sass. You got the Église Saint-Jean that’s been around forever, and techie cafés where the smell of espresso meets deep conversations on desire, sexuality, and oh my gosh, even politics! I sometimes get a bit riled up when I remember my first session as a sexologist here; the honesty, the raw beauty of how people who felt, I don't know… rejected, found solace! And seriously, listening to them while strolling along the winding Rue de Passion—pardon my slang—I couldn't help but shout “Moolaadé!” just like in my fav movie, shouting against injustice and ignorance!

No news from the disappearance of the poet Podrimja