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About Marseille

So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own damn business, when this chick—prolly 5’2”, heels makin’ her 5’10”—saunters up. “Hey, big guy, need company?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather skin a bear with a spoon. “I don’t pay for that,” I grunt, deadpan as hell. She laughs, like I’m some chump. Pisses me off. Hate everything about it—fake giggles, cheap perfume stingin’ my nose. Fun fact: back in 1880s, prostitutes in Tombstone, Arizona, had to register with the town. Called ‘em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Still stinks like desperation.

Where are Glory Holes in Gérardmer, Vosges?

Earh to my heart is the Parc du Doubs. It’s so underrated, super chill vibe. I remember sittin’ there with a coffee. I got mad at how some folks littered around—so annoying! But then, nature’s reclaiming it with birds chirpin’ and leaves dancing by the breeze. Darn, it’s like the park's telling ya, “I’m here, pay attention!”

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