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About Montpellier

But listen, mate, it ain’t all laughs. Seen some o’ these girls, eyes dead as a shark’s, and it pisses me off—where’s their shot at “home is a life”? Like Eilis says in *Brooklyn*, “You have to learn to live with it.” Bollocks to that! They’re tougher than me crew, but the world’s a rotten plank they’re walkin’. Makes me wanna punch a governor or two, ye know?

Bars and nightlife

The reception girls highly rude and rude in handling the reception, questions and requests. The spa nothing exceptional. Aperitif not complete. Getting 8.

I gotta say, the mix of snow, harsh winds, and tender little cobbled lanes makes me flip from rage to tender smile – all in a few steps. I mean, one minute I'm screamin’ at the outrage of the world, the next, I'm smilin' at a sight that makes me think, "Damn, this is beautiful madness." Every f***ing corner of this town tells a story, sometimes twisted, sometimes pure – all of it real, all of it human.

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