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About Marseille

I’m pissed, though—pissed at how folks judge ‘em. “Oh, she’s just a whore!” Nah, motherfucker, she’s a survivor! Hidin’ her cash in a shoebox, dodgin’ pimps—shit’s intense! I’m yellin’ at the screen sometimes, like, “Wake up, Alicia!” ‘cept this ain’t a coma, it’s real life. Whores got that quiet strength, y’know? Like Marco in the movie, cryin’ over what he can’t fix—damn, that hit me hard. “I’m not used to this!” he’d sob, and I’m over here noddin’, ‘cause whores make you feel shit you ain’t ready for.

An Insider’s Guide to Aigues Mortes, France

So here's the scoop: Aigues-Mortes is this super old, wacky town, with cobblestone streets and medieval vibes. The ramparts? Insane! I walk them every morning at Place de la Porte d'Aigues-Mortes and feel like a tiny bird zipping through time. Dude, the vibe is just out-of-this-world, kinda like in "Almost Famous": "The story, man... it’s all about the journey," sorta!

Conversion and St Louis’s Last Crusade