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About Marseille

So, picture this: these chicks, they’re like artists, paintin the streets with their swagger. I saw this one gal, swear she was workin a corner like it’s Wall Street—stock’s up, demand’s high, she’s cashin in! Made me laugh, man, fuckin clever. But then—THEN—some prick tried rippin her off, and I got pissed. Ain’t nobody messin with her profits, not on my watch! Greed’s good, but fairness? That’s my quirk, I guess.

Memories of My Melancholy Whores. Gabriel Garca Mrquez - Softcover

Synopsis. The year I turned ninety, I wanted to give myself the gift of a night of wild love with an adolescent virgin. I thought of Rosa Cabarcas.

I wandered near the River Sèvre—yeah, it's a small river snaking its way through the town. Its gentle murmur reminds me of slow-motion scenes in that movie, where time seems to... oh I dunno, just slip through your fingers. It is magical! And then there's Rue Bonaparte—oh boy, that street! Small shops, vibrant conversations, it's where you'll smell fresh bread and life itself.

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