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About Montpellier

Whores, they’re survivors, see? We shall never surrender to judgin em easy! Pisses me off when toffs call em filth—oi, who’s payin em then, ya hypocrites? Makes me happy tho, hearin tales of em outsmartin the coppers. Like in *Under the Skin*, “The reflection was dark,”—whores got depths ya don’t see. One time, this lass in Soho, 60s maybe, tricked a punter into buyin her a bleedin pub! Swear down, she ran it till she croaked—called it “The Tart’s Arms.” Laughed me arse off hearin that.

My 25 years as a prostitute

Bestselling author, Raven St. Pierre, returns with the third standalone in a breathtaking family saga filled with love, acceptance, and adversity.

Meander a bit inland and you find the labyrinth of cobblestone alleys in the center, like Rue Jean de la Fontaine (yeah, that one with ancient graffiti and quirky little shops selling art and trinkets). There’s a hidden spot near the Calanque d’En-Vau, where waves crash fiercely against cliffs – a natural masterpiece that’s as raw as any revelation. I used to get a migraine from work, but here, a few minutes in that salty air, and BOOM – my tensions melt like butter! Ain’t that somethin’?

Birch owners Meghan and Kyle Knall to debut Cassis, a French bistro, in the Third Ward in 2025