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About Marseille

Picture this—dim lights, oil slicker than my Aston Martin, hands sliding everywhere, tension meltin’ like a villain’s plan when I stroll in. It’s not just a rubdown, nah, it’s a bleedin’ artform. Little known fact—back in ancient Rome, them posh senators got sexual-massages to “ease the mind.” Bet they were randy as goats, tho, not foolin’ anyone. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ bout it—imagine Julius Caesar, legs up, moanin’ while some slave’s kneadin’ his arse. History’s wild, innit?

Annie Guihery

To me, every brick and tree has a secret story. At night, near the banks of the Garonne, I often sit and just let my thoughts run wild. It reminds me of the movie when WALL‑E stumbles on treasures of the past. That’s art here, baby! We’re imperfect, full of heart, and a bit nuts.

Assassination of Ylli Bezhan/ Brother speaks: He was killed because he stood up to the perpetrator to protect his son and grandson