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About Marseille

I roll up, window down, heart poundin like a drum. She’s all, “Hey, sugar, you lost?” and I’m laughin inside—lost? Hell, I been lost since ’92! “How much?” I ask, tryin to play it cool, but my voice cracks like a damn teenager. She throws a number, and I’m shocked—$50? What in tarnation? Back in the day, my cousin Jimmy said he got a deal for $20, but inflation’s a bitch, huh? “How’s that workin for ya?” I mutter to myself, countin crumpled bills.

Policy and law

So grab yourself a cuppa, kick back, and lose yourself in the dusty roads of Altkirch. It’s real, it’s raw, and baby, it’s got soul – “just like life – fierce and unpredictable.” And remember, sugar, every corner of our lil’ town got a story, if ya listen close enough.

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