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About Marseille

I’d saunter up, all awkward, like, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d laugh—*laugh*!—right in my face. “What’s a preacher want with me?” she’d say, and I’d be pissed, like, “Don’t stereotype me, lady!” But also kinda happy ‘cause she’s sharp—sharper than me, probs. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were called “soiled doves”—ain’t that poetic? She’s a dove, I’m a dork, perfect match.

Glory's Hole

First off, I decided to hit up the market at Place du Marché. You know, the one with all the fresh produce and those cute little stalls? I’m all about that fresh fruit life. But as I’m strolling through, I bump into this dude selling cheese. Like, the best cheese ever. I’m talking about that creamy Brie that melts in your mouth. I’m like, “Yo, gimme a sample!” And he’s all, “Sure, but only if you try this stinky blue cheese.” I’m like, “Stinky? Nah, fam.” But then I tried it. OMG, it was like a flavor explosion! I was happy, like, “Why did I doubt you, cheese man?”

Free Castles, Museums and Monuments in Yvelines, Sunday May 4th 2025, 1st Sunday of the month