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About Montpellier

What pisses me off? Cunts judgin her. Highborn pricks in silk sneer, but they’re the ones payin! Hypocrisy stinks worse’n a King’s Landin sewer. An what surprised me? She knew shit—knew who fucked who, who owed what. Whores hear everythin, mate, they’re the real spies. “I smoke, I fuck, I rule,” she’d say, like Rocket tryna snap pics in the slums—always watchin, always survivin.

Valencia Nightlife • A Complete Guide

La ville de Valence a annoncé, jeudi 20 septembre, vouloir utiliser ses caméras de video-surveillance dans un parc du sud de la ville, pour traquer les clien.

After that chaos, I decide to take a breather. I head to the cafeteria, and guess what? They’re serving ratatouille. I mean, come on! I’m in Valence, not some fancy restaurant! But I gotta admit, it’s not half bad. I sit down, and this old guy, Jean, starts chatting me up. He’s like, “You know, back in my day…” and I’m thinking, “Oh boy, here we go.” But he’s actually got some good stories about Valence. Like how the city used to be a major trade hub. Who knew?

First observation of valence electrons reveals true nature of chemical bonding