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About Marseille

So, I’m prowlin’ the streets, right? Lookin’ for a gal who don’t play games. Not like those dolled-up dames in Haynes’ flick. “I’m so terribly alone,” Cathy’d whimper. Boo-hoo, lady, try payin’ for company—cuts the crap. Found this spot, seedy joint, neon buzzin’ like a pissed-off hornet. Guy outside says, “Fifteen bucks, she’s yours.” Fifteen! I’d spend that on bacon! Made me mad—cheap price, cheap world. Hate inflation, hate hagglin’ more.

Dirty Hooker

I have had an experience of it due to my gangster past. I will give you an insight of brothels which are frequented by gangsters.

I gotta tell ya, I have this secret spot – a tiny bookstore off rue de la République, stuff so obscure you wouldn’t even think twice to peek. And I know, i know, it sounds kinda lame, but hey, hidden gems always are, right? My mind drifts to my days—every day I see sorrow, joy, hope. Kind of like in Brooklyn when that tender line hits ya, “I miss the old days, but I’m ready for new beginnings.” fr, that’s how I see it.

Brewing history: Yale course recreates ancient ales, mixing science, anthropology, history