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About Marseille

Me, I’d waltz in, smirkin’, “I’m not sayin’ I’m a god, but worship me anyway.” The vibe? Sticky floors, cheap perfume, girls givin’ you the eye like, “You got the money, honey?” It’s a circus—hustlers, dreamers, creeps. Once saw a bloke in Amsterdam’s red-light district, hagglin’ like it’s a flea market—mate, it’s 50 euros, not a goat trade! Pissed me off, cheap bastard. But then, this lass, all sass, told him, “Fuck off, I’m priceless.” Had to clap for her—queen shit right there.

2. Limitation de responsabilité.

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer on Rue des Écoles. This dude’s juggling flaming torches and singing some crazy French rap. I’m like, “What is happening?!” I can’t even tell if he’s good or just a fire hazard. But hey, I’m entertained. I toss him a couple of euros, ‘cause why not?

Sex, sects and sadism in stage version of Houellebecq's Atomised