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The Destitute Prostitute.

i got into montpellier (several hitches took me there that i'm not reporting here... no photos, really, but in sum it was a hunter and a swimming pool repairman) and there were no hotels because there was a computer conference happening in town and ALL of the hotels were booked. i had been looking forward to a hotel. i had thought i would be clever to take a hotel. i thought a shower and a bed would be nice for a change. but it was not to be.

i went on to bezier and, after finding a hotel that was as riddled with hookers as a nest is with wasps (should i tell the tale of the sounds from the next room until 3:34 am or should i mention that it was only 12 euros a night? neither of these seem worth relating now..) i got up early the next morning and saw the pouty schoolkids waiting for their daily internment.

if i were a schoolkid i would pout too. i was standing there, in the middle of the sun, in the middle of freedom, asking myself if i wanted to go to the ocean and lay on the beach or if i wanted to go the the wine region and drink. i couldnt decide... but when i saw all the highschoolers in Bezier lining up and looking at me through the chain link fence i decided it didnt matter and so i flipped a coin and headed west.