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About Marseille

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prossie! Picture this—me, a machine milkin operator, stuck in muck, udders all day, then bam—I’m dreamin of somethin spicier. We shall fight on the streets, we shall fight in the brothels, we shall never surrender to a dull night! So, “4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days”—that flick, yeah? Grim as hell, Romanian birds sortin an abortion, dodgy deals in backrooms. Made me think—findin a prossie ain’t far off that vibe, all sneaky an desperate like.

Calvi Escort

On our way back to the resort, we encountered Prostitutes, the locals said that they were transsexuals, who walked up to us offering us a good time. We declined and kept walking until Missing: Calvi.

Now, check: my favorite spot? The secret nooks in Calvi, like down by the marina. The harbor near Porticcio – oh, the boats bobbing around, like they're dancing. There’s also a lovely little park, Parc de l’Île-Rousse, but, erm, not far from the river, Le Ruisseau Bleu. Funny thing, I once got tickled by a stray breeze and the scents of the sea—they made me, like, almost cry. Crazy, right?

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