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About Montpellier

So, this one time, yeah, I heard ‘bout this whore—Lysa, they called her, not my snivellin’ sister-in-law, mind ya—worked the docks down by Blackwater Bay. Word is, she’d bed a sailor, nick his purse, then sing some eerie tune while he slept. Proper mad, that one! Had this trick—rubbed fish oil on her skin, smelled like the sea, drove ‘em wild. Little known bit, that—fish oil! Who’d thunk it? Made me laugh, actual cackle, ‘til I choked on me drink. Clever bitch, though—gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s grim as *Requiem*’s endin’.

Loos in Transition

Now, maybe you haven't heard, but the city center holds this awesome quasi-historic district, le Vieux Quartier. Streets are all twisty and tied up, kinda like life itself. Ya got local landmarks like the old town hall near Place de l’Espoir – hope, y’know? That reverberates with the memories of hard labour and dirty work (and a ton of passionate love stories, literally and figuratively).

New cemetery for WWI soldiers to be built in France