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About Marseille

Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, sexual-massage, huh? Lemme tell ya, it’s a freakin’ trip. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, like Llewyn Davis strummin’ his damn guitar – “I don’t see a lotta money here!” – ‘cept this ain’t no folk song, it’s hands-on, real intimate shit. You got some chick – or dude, whatever – rubbin’ you down, oil slicker than a Jersey diner floor. It’s supposed ta relax ya, but half the time I’m like, “What’s this broad’s deal?” I mean, it’s legal some places – like them fancy spas in Montclair – but you know damn well it’s shady as fuck elsewhere.

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Sexual massage, Uniforms, Striptease, Dirtytalk, Striptease.

So pack your bags, hit Rue des Frênes, drop by the café on Rue de la République, and then hang by the Loue river – you'll vibe with it all. And remember, as the movie told us, “Feelings like these, they stay all year round.” It’s like, literally, always falling in love with every corner.

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