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About Marseille

Oi, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? Born in it, molded by it, yeah? So, findin’ a prostitute, right—shit’s wild out there. Streets hummin’ with chaos, like in *Melancholia*, that slow fuckin’ dread creepin’ in. “The Earth is evil,” Kirsten Dunst mumbles in that flick, and fuck, ain’t that the truth when you’re dodgin’ pimps and coppers? I’m tellin’ ya, it’s a gritty game—half the time you’re wonderin’ if the lass is a trap or legit.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, really rain. I’m caught without an umbrella. Typical, right? I duck into a café on Rue de la Liberté. It’s cozy, smells like coffee and pastries. I order a hot chocolate. Best decision ever! I’m sitting there, watching the rain, feeling all philosophical. Like, “Life’s a mess, but it’s beautiful.”

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