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About Montpellier

Oi, mate! Yeah, baby! So, dig this—whore’s got me all groovy and shook up, ya dig? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Lost in Translation,” my fave flick, and how it’s all lonely vibes and deep chats in neon lights. Whore’s like that Tokyo night—mysterious, sexy, a bit sad, ya know? “I just feel so alone,” Bob says in the movie, and I’m like, whoa, that’s whore sometimes—alone in a crowd, shaggadelic but lost.

I usually unwind at the little café on Quai Neptunes. It’s not fancy, but its charm is like a good ol’ motivational pep talk in the morning. Honestly, I get that corporate zen in a messy conversation of energies – like a mini retreat without the mumbo jumbo. Hey, you know what? Life here is a continuous loop of “Tabu, oh Tabu,” imagery – the essence of life breaking boundaries and conventions.

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