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About Montpellier

So, I’m cruisin the streets, lookin for a bird who’s got that edge. Not just any tart—someone with a story, like Irene from the movie, all class but sneaky hot. I spot this gal, legs for days, leanin on a corner. “Groovy, baby!” I yell, heart racin like a bloody spy chase. She’s got eyes that say, “I’ve seen shit,” and I’m hooked.

Policy and law

I am saying it first. I love you, Medium. I am clapping away and getting paid for it, too. I guess that makes me a whore. I hope maybe you love me, too.

So, I roll into town, right? The sun’s shining, birds chirping, all that cliché stuff. I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be easy-peasy.” But nah, Roye had other plans. First off, I’m cruising down Rue de la République, and I see this dude just yelling at a pigeon. Like, bro, it’s a bird, chill! But I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who yells at pigeons? Only in Roye, man.

Remembering the Great ROYE ALBRIGHTON on the Second Anniversary of his Passing