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About Montpellier

Little secret—dey got codes, ya. Like, in old London, whores wore red ribbons—sign says, “I’m game.” Sneaky, huh? Bet ya didn’t know dat! Adds spice, makes ‘em real, not just meat on heels. Me, I respect dat hustle—takes more dan I got to strut in dat cold.

Mémoires d’Outre-Tombe

These chips will facilitate secluded exchanges with the Poetry Whore of your choosing, the idea being that ladies of the night had best not handle cash.

The Parcs de la Lueur are my escape. I sometimes wander there to clear my head. Birds chirping, wind whispering... it's like nature’s own counseling session. I swear, sometimes I catch myself quoting Tropical Malady: “We be like water.” Yeah, super deep and random, just like my patients' stories.

Forrest ready to flourish