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About Marseille

Little known shit? Heard bout this brothel in Amsterdam—had a secret room, WW2, hid folks from Nazis. Fuckin wild, right? History’s got layers, mate. Kinda like *Hurt Locker*—“You’re not ready for what’s comin”—brothel’s got stories that’d blow ya mind. Ever think bout the smells? Perfume, sweat, cheap booze—hits ya like a punch. I’d swagger in, Bane-style, mask on, growlin, “Who’s the king of this pit?” Prob get laughed out, tho—hah, imagine that!

The neighborhoods are a mess of old charm and hidden spots, yess. Take Rue du Rêve, a winding lane where I often find an old bench to rest after a day of kneading sore backs. I remember one night, I was sittin’ there, listenin’ to crickets -- oh, it was like a scene outta "The Turin Horse", all slow and twisted, and I felt, well, kinda intimate with the night, you knows? Weird, precious.

'It was a bit worse than this but the outcome was the same’ - Brutal day out at Paris-Nice leaves Mads Pedersen reminiscing about World Championships win