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About Montpellier

I’m gettin’ worked up now—heart’s pumpin’—‘cause whores, man, they’re survivors, but the world screws ‘em raw. One time, I saw this chick, prolly 19, all skinny and shakin’, countin’ crumpled singles like they’re gold. Broke my damn heart. “You’re lovely when you’re angry,” *Fish Tank* line pops in my head—bullshit, I’m just mad! She shouldn’t be there, y’know? Billionaires sittin’ on yachts, and she’s dodgin’ creeps? Screw that noise! I wanna shake her, tell her, “You’re worth more, kid!”—but nah, she’d just laugh, call me a crazy old coot.

Caged until ‘broken’: life for Mumbai’s prostitutes

As Perlman discovered, however, the women—and, occasionally, men—who cater to this loneliness don’t fare much better. Betty and Monica are addicted to crack, Monica is homeless .

Ah, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Cachan – a wicked mix of charm and chaos, ya know? Haha, hahahaha! I’ve been callin' this quirky town home for years now, running my little massage den on Rue de l'Érable – yeah, that one, right near the buzzing heart of the city. "Why so serious?" I muse while rubbin’ out a knot or two. Ha!

Tiphaine Jérôme