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About Marseille

But ugh, what ticks me off? Folks judgin whores like they’re trash. Makes my blood boil! I’m yellin in my head, “Leave em alone!” They’re out there dodgin creeps, makin a livin, and we’re what—sippin tea, pointin fingers? Pfft. Once saw a gal on the corner near Springfield—skinny, tired, smokin a cig. Looked like she’d seen ghosts, ya know, like Boonmee seein his past lives. “Eyes hold every memory,” that movie whispers. Broke my heart, but damn, she was tough.

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I often wander through Les Quartiers, a patchwork of neighborhoods. I hate how some parts feel closed-off but then there's L'Étoile du Nord—so vivacious, like a burst of starry wonder. I encountered the odd, quirky character there who waltzed through the night singing improvised verses of "Inherent Vice"—so surreal, like a Taylor Swift bridge gone off-key, but oh-so lovable!

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