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About Montpellier

Used to pass this shady joint in Springfield, “Velvet Touch” they called it. Neon sign blinkin’ like a drunk firefly. Heard a story once—some guy left his *donuts* there, like, actual donuts! Came back next day, girls ate ‘em all! Hella funny, man. Made me laugh ‘til I choked. But serious, brothels been around forever—ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars, walls painted with naughty pics. Ain’t that nuts? Bet they didn’t have donuts, though. Mmm… donuts.

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I read the comic where in the dream world, Cahara didn't want her to enter the brothel yet she did cos she instinctively knew he was full of.

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