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About Marseille

So, listen up, mate—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Gotta know the spots, yeah? Dark alleys, shady bars—my precious knows ‘em all! Once saw this gal, right, hair like fire, heels clackin’. Thought, “She’s trouble, she is!” Kinda like Anton, that creepy bastard with his coin toss. “Call it, friendo,” I muttered, watchin’ her. Didn’t ask her price—too scared, ha!

Activists’ warnings

After that little disaster, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I hit up this cute café on Rue du Général de Gaulle. The pastries? To die for! I mean, I could’ve eaten a dozen. But I settled for one. A chocolate croissant. It was heavenly. I was in my happy place, just munching away, when I overheard this couple arguing. Like, really? In a café? Get a room, people!

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