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About Marseille

Here’s the deal tho—findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza. You don’t just Yelp “best booty near me.” Nah, it’s all coded—like “roses” for bucks, or “companionship” wink-wink. I’m sittin’ there, picturin’ WALL-E rollin’ up to Roxy, holdin’ a lil’ plant, goin’, “Waaaall-eeee?” She’d prolly charge him double—rusty bot discount, my ass. Thing that surprised me? How many ads got sob stories—like, “Single mom, need help.” Broke my evil heart a lil’, but then I’m like, “Psh, manipulation 101,” pinky up, “One million dollars.”

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up .

Man, I wander around Parc de la Fontaine – a chill oasis with ponds, shady spots, and crazy sound of birds. I get mad over noisy traffic sometimes, but nah, even that adds character; sometimes you just gotta laugh, you know? And oh, what a sight – the tiny river, La Bièvre, trickling just off Boulevard du Soleil. I once sat there, watchin’ it flow, thinkin’ “Holy Motors, baby!” It was surreal, like I was in a movie scene.

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