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About Montpellier

I’m ramblin, but yo, brothels got layers—sex, power, money, all tangled up. “Be me for a while,” Eli says in the movie, and I’m like, shit, be a madam for a day, runnin shit, dodgin laws, laughin at the chaos. Funniest thing? Some dude probly proposed in one—rings and STDs, true love, baby! Sarcasm on blast—great retirement plan, catchin feelings and penicillin shots. Naw, but real shit, it’s a hustle worth peepin—dirty, wild, and stupid profitable. What y’all think? I’m out, peace!

Explore Saint-Jean-de-Monts

First off, I hit up the market on Rue de la Mer. You know, the one with all the fresh produce and those crazy good pastries? I’m talking about the best croissants ever. I grab one, and boom! It’s like a buttery explosion in my mouth. I’m happy, right? But then, I spill coffee all over my shirt. Classic me. I’m standing there, looking like a total mess, and I’m like, “Great, just great.”

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