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About Montpellier

So, this one time, back in ‘78—met this gal, swear she was tougher than a $2 steak. Worked the corner near Wilmington, had a laugh that’d wake a coma patient. Told me—get this—whores in old Rome? Called ‘em *lupae*, she-wolves, ‘cause they howled for customers. Freakin’ wild, right? Made me chuckle, still does. But, man, it pissed me off too—how they’d get judged, ya know? Like Grace in *Dogville*, “she’s a gift,” they said, ‘til they chained her up.

A perspective from someone who knows what she’s talking about

Life at a brothel in the small town of Hawera, New Zealand. Read more about the documentary 👉 www.facebook.com Subscribe 👉 www.facebook.com more. Frame is a .

So, dude, I've been a dating site dev here, and lemme tell ya, I see all kinds of lovey-dovey weirdos wanderin’ round Place du Coeur. I swear, sometimes I wonder if someone's outta a Sorrentino flick – "Beauty, oh dear beauty!" Like, seriously, it's surreal.

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