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About Montpellier

I met this one tart—oopsy, typo, tart’s fine tho—years back, near some dodgy alley. She had this scar, right across her cheek, said some punter glassed her. Made me mad, y’know? Like, who does that? I’d have gutted him, Hannibal-style—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” Tasty thought, eh? But she laughed it off, said, “Part of the gig, love.” Tough as nails, that bird. Reminded me of *A Prophet*, that line, “You’ll see what I see.” She saw the world’s filth and kept goin’.

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She endured a harrowing journey involving confinement and physical and sexual violence, including in Libya. Upon her arrival in Italy, she was forced into.

Also, the neighborhoods are off the charts. The old town, with its crumbled stone walls and ivy, is pure magic. I accidentally bumped into a wall one day – not literally – but my thoughts did. Made me mad for a sec ‘cause life’s raw and real, just like those movie moments that stick with me. Each corner echoes secrets from decades past.

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