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About Montpellier

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy, man. Society’s all “oh no, naughty!” but half these judgy pricks are clients. Like, c’mon, don’t gimme that "we demand purity" bullshit—straight outta *White Ribbon*, that line hits hard. Makes me wanna yeet a Cybertruck at ‘em. But what cracks me up? The codenames—dudes callin’ themselves “gentleman callers” like it’s Victorian Twitter. LOL, bruh, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!

Early years

Thalawathugoda, pelawatta, battaramulla, pannipitiya are filled with hundreds of unregulated spas (running as brothels) and they are all on the friggin main road my goodness. It is actually .

So, I stumble back home, still buzzing from the night. I can’t help but laugh at the day’s madness. I mean, who else gets coffee spilled on them, meets a street performer, and eats the best strawberries all in one day? Only in Saint-Henri, baby!

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