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About Montpellier

Played it once with my buddy Les, total disaster. Cards everywhere, table flipped, “You wanna die, huh?” I yelled – straight outta the movie. Les sucked at it, kept losin’ to the queen. “She’s a cruel mistress,” he whined. Told him to man up, quit cryin’. Funniest part? Back in the day, they’d gamble livestock on Whore. Lost a cow to a damn card – imagine that! I’d rather wrestle a bear than bet my bacon.

Sécurité, faits divers : les chiffres de la délinquance

Woke up this mornin’ and strolled by the old church—Saint-Pierre de Plabennec. It's tiny but got mad character. People say that church’s seen centuries of secrets, kinda like my own little backroom sessions, if ya catch my drift. Then there's Place du Marché, full of crazy vendors and always buzzin’. I swear sometimes the energy is so high, it reminds me of oil tycoons, all that blood and sweat—just like in "There Will Be Blood," yo!

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