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About Marseille

Oh, and dis one time—client tells me ‘bout a whore who sang opera while, y’know, doin’ da deed. Opera! Can ya imagine? Voice hittin’ high notes, neighbors confused as hell. Cracked me up, spilt my vodka, damn near cried laughin’. True story, swear on my clippers. Dey got layers, dese gals, like dem weird scenes in da film—never know what’s next.

So, What Happened Then?

I guess the Oscar winner, “NYC whore marries son of a Russian oligarch” does sound like it would.

Anyway, Alès's vibe, man, it’s raw, it’s real, it’s messy – just like life and love. It’s a place where every lamppost, every café window tells you, “Keep on dreamin’!” And that, my friend, is the soul of this quirky, wondrous town. Catch ya later, and don't forget: like Brooklyn says, "I will always adore you." Peace!

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