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About Marseille

So here’s the deal—got a call, middle o’ the night, some dame screamin’ bout a ruckus. I roll up, cigar in mouth, thinkin’, “Great, another night in paradise.” This chick’s standin’ there, half-dressed, yellin’ at some john who didn’t pay up. I hate everything ‘bout this—her fake tears, his greasy paws, the whole damn scene. “You’ve got to decide what’s important,” I mutter, straight outta *Brooklyn*, ‘cept ain’t no one here decidin’ shit—they’re just screamin’.

Things to see and do

Visitors can never be sure what they might find at the Brocante de Beaucaire. As well as a antiques there are clothing collections, household items from door knobs to ornaments, .

I gotta mention the market at Place du Marché. It’s bustling, chaotic, and real. Totally makes you feel alive. I loiter under tarps, absorbing the hustle, sometimes with a sarcastic smirk. I even drop a line: "I choose violence!" not to hurt, but to conquer the mundanity.

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