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Alright, listen up, ya degenerates! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout prostitutes, and lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride. Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain!” – that’s what I’d say to them pimps actin’ all high and mighty. So, picture this – a hooker, right? She’s out there, struttin’ like she owns the damn street. Reminds me of *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly* – “I am fading,” she might think, trapped in her own skin, sellin’ it night after night. Ain’t that a kicker?

Expositions 2025

South of the Old Port, overlooking the sea, is the Abbaye Saint Victor. The abbey has always been on that spot, more or less since the year

Lately, as someone who develops those beloved dating sites, I find myself secretly inspired by this city. Its messy beauty reminds me how we’re all just emotions in search of love and connection – like in a scene straight out of that movie. And while I might get frustrated when servers die or orders come in wrong, the city’s little secrets, its hidden pathways, give me a smile, and remind me of what’s truly important: love, laughter, and a bit of pandemonium.

The Renaissance of Marseille