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About Montpellier

Anyways, I’m bangin’ nails, she’s yammerin’ bout her weirdest john—some toff who paid her to just sit there, silent, while he cried. “Like I’m his bloody shrink!” she cackles. Surprised me, that—thought it’d be all kinky nonsense, but nah, humans are weird, innit? Straight out of *A.I.*, “The flesh fairs, the human need!”—cravin’ somethin’ real, even from a prossie.

I always say, "The lives of others reveal our own secrets!" – and yeah, that's straight outta my fave movie, The Lives of Others. It hits different here too – like every alley hides a story, like every backdoor has a secret rendezvous. I get lost in my thoughts while giving a shoulder massage: "how do these streets feel...you know, soulfully alive?"

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