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About Marseille

I tried it once—don’t tell Jill! Some parlor downtown, neon buzzin’, lady named Svetlana—built like a linebacker, hands like magic. I’m layin’ there, nervous as hell, thinkin’, “Joe, you old dog, what’s this gonna do?” Then—bam!—she’s kneadin’ me like dough, and I’m floatin’. Happiest I been since Obama hugged me in ’16. But, folks, here’s the kicker: cost me 80 bucks! Eighty! I was steamed—thought I’d get a deal, y’know, senior discount or somethin’. Nope. “Pay up, dedushka,” she says—Russian for gramps. Total rip-off, but damn, I’d do it again.

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Now, yo, don’t get me started on the riverside. The Moselle River flows right by the town, shinin’ like a mirror. I once strolled along its banks at dawn, feelin’ all poetic, thinkin' “Ida… sweet Ida.” Seriously, that river is like a natural filter for your soul, splashing reflections of dreams on your face every mornin’.

Mighty python! Snake slips out of French postal packet