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About Montpellier

So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Back in the day, ol’ Vegas had ‘em lined up like chrome on Furiosa’s rig, but now? You gotta know the streets, the dark corners. I’m talkin’ alleyways where the shadows move, where girls with tired eyes flash a smile that’s half hope, half hustle. Saw one last week—red heels, skirt shorter than a wasteland truce—leanin’ against a busted lamppost. “Hey, sugar,” she says, voice like gravel. Made me chuckle—damn, she’s workin’ harder than Max haulin’ that war rig!

I stroll through neighborhoods near Pont des Étriers. Not to mix up, but that bridge--no, oh, that river, the Ruisseau des Rêves--which kinda flows on the outskirts. I always think: "Fool me once, ya know!" ‘Cause once you’re charmed by the vibe, it digs deep in your soul like that movie, y’know? Heh, yeah.

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