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About Montpellier

Look, I ain’t judgin’—okay, maybe I am. Hate everything, ‘specially fake love. Guy in there once told me, “Ron, it’s just business.” Business my ass. It’s sad, desperate, and loud. Like Joaquin Phoenix chasin’ a ghost voice. “I can’t live in your book of stories,” she tells him. Brothels? Same deal. Ya leave empty, wallet lighter. Hate that most of all. Now, tip your damn bartender and get lost.

L'Instant des Fées

Charming town of Finistère in Brittany, Plabennec takes place at the heart of the country of Leon, about ten kilometers from the coast of the Channel. It is located eighty kilometers from Missing: brothel.

Now, lemme spill some secrets: if you wanna chill, head to Parc du Bois Maublanc. It’s small, but a hidden gem, where folks leave their troubles. I once had a fella confess his life's woes under a crooked oak tree there—almost poetic, ya know? Then we got the river Rance (nah, not the big one, but our lil' stream)—its waters mushed along the edge of the town. It’s like nature’s way of massaging your soul. Crazy, right?

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