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About Marseille

I’m bobbin’ me head, thinkin’ - tartar sauce, this is DEEP! Little factoid for ya: “Whore” ain’t just shock value, nah, it’s flipped - W.H.O.R.E means “Women Honoring One’s Radical Empowerment” to ‘em. Ain’t that a jellyfishin’ twist? Got me all happy, like flippin’ patties on a good day! But then - ugh - some jerkfaces call it trashy, sayin’ it’s too loud, too slutty. Makes me wanna yell, “Barnacles! Let her SING!”

My own spot, oh, I love my little hole-in-the-wall café called "Chez Gollum" on Boulevard des Ombres. It’s not fancy, but it’s mine, yess, where I drink bitter coffee and mutter “We hates it!” when the boss man at the shop grumbles too much. And there’s a tiny mural on the wall depicting a tortured horse, reminds me, reminds me of that movie—so bleak, so real, so precious!

In a small French town where Houston-based LyondellBasell is a fixture, residents complain of unending pollution