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About Marseille

Alright, so I’m Ron Swanson, stuck as an elevator operator—hate it. Whore’s on my mind, ya know, the oldest gig around. I hate everything, but this? Kinda fascinates me. Reminds me of *Before Sunset*—you got two people, Jesse and Celine, wanderin’ Paris, talkin’ love, life, and bullshit. Whore’s like that—raw, real, no fakery. “Time is a lie,” Jesse says, and whores? They don’t clock in, man, they just *exist*. Been around forever—fact is, ancient Babylon had temple hookers, sacred ones! Blows my mind, sorta. Makes me happy, thinkin’ some things never die.

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Next, I decide to hit up the market on Rue des Écoles. Fresh produce, ya know? I’m lookin’ for some good veggies for my pigs. But the market’s packed! I’m dodging people like I’m in some kinda obstacle course. And then, I spot this old lady. She’s got a cart full of tomatoes, and she’s just standing there, blocking the whole aisle. I’m like, “Lady, move it or lose it!” But she just glares at me. I mean, c’mon!

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