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About Marseille

So, erotic-massage ain’t just rubbin’—it’s a whole damn art, fam! These masseuses? Ninjas with lotion, slidin’ like they got hydraulics. I seen it—bust a case wide open once, tailin’ a dude to this shady parlor in New Orleans. Neon sign buzzin’, “Massage 4 U,” but the “4” was flickering—sketchy as hell. Inside? Dim lights, jasmine stink, and some chick named Lotus givin’ a “happy ending” that ain’t on no menu. Busted ‘em for more than bad vibes—turns out, they was laundering cash through them oily tips! Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, Vegas had these underground spots where mob cats got “massages” to seal deals. History’s wild, yo.

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I get kinda erratic sometimes, rushing headlong in my thoughts—but you know what? That’s Mantes for ya. It’s raw, alive, full of little epic groups of twinkling moments. Sometimes, when I'm coaching, I mutter, "Everything’s a certified copy, yes?" in my head… then burst out laughing cause it’s deep and kinda insane.

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