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About Marseille

This one time, I heard a story – swear it’s true – some brothel in Paris had a hidden room, right? Only for the fanciest blokes. Secret knocks, code words, the works. Found a diary once, some worker wrote bout a guy who’d just sit, talk, never touch. Weird, huh? Made me happy tho – not everyone’s a pig. Surprised me too, cuz I thought brothels were all bang-bang, no chit-chat. Guess I was wrong, whoops.

Parable of the Prodigal Son stained glass window, Chartres, France

At 5pm on a Wednesday, we saw prostitutes in doorways. Had a pleasant time sitting in the Chart Room Bar and attending an event at the W Hotel French Quarter.

The vibe is super chill here – parks let me unwind. There’s Parc André Malraux, which is my go-to spot to recharge. I sit there, watch the clouds, and think about all them hidden moments. Sometimes, the park bench feels like a portal to another time, almost like that movie said, "There is more present in your heart than in your mind." Whoa, right?

Chartres Rugby Triumphs Over Drancy 19-13