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About Marseille

Oi, thou motley crew o’ listeners! Here’s me, thy prison warden, spoutin’ off ‘bout a prostitute I’ve seen too much of. She’s a wench o’ the night, roamin’ free ‘fore I locked her arse up. A rose by any name, eh? But this one’s thorns be sharp as daggers! “The Return” – that flick’s my jam, all moody and deep, like her eyes when she’s schemin’. “Thou hast returned,” I’d mutter, watchin’ her strut back to the cellblock, like them lads in the film comin’ home to nowt but grief.

Geographical information

Oh, and this neighborhood near Chemin du Trophée – it’s lit, man! Mismatched buildings, street art, an explosion of vibrant colors. I recall matching some couples there who looked boho-cool, havin’ picnics and all that. Real spontaneous love stories, just like the movie. It’s like, "stick to the river of time, see?"

Arsenal fan Ernie Crouch, 90, killed in bus accident on way to match