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About Marseille

Sometimes I think—whores are me, y’know? Outcasts, tricksters, thumbin noses at the gods. “This is not your grave,” I’d tell em, quotin Lynch, “but you’re welcome to it.” Hah! They’d get it—dark humor’s their bread n butter. One time, this lass—Peggy, maybe?—she nicked a bloke’s wallet mid-shag, then bought me a pint. “To mischief,” she toasted, and I near choked laughin.

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So, Condom's got these tiny streets, like Rue des Hallz – yeah, I misspelled it, but ya get it – where every stone says, “hey, slow down.” I stroll down Rue de Verdun, so cool, where old vibes mix with modern buzz. There's Place Marcadieu – wow, man – where locals sit, chat, and laugh at life's crap. I once massaged a dancer in a shabby flat near the cathedral. Crazy times, man!

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