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About Marseille

Here’s a tidbit—nobody talks about this—but they say sailors spread it. Yeah, grubby hands on ships, playin’ whore between storms. Ain’t that wild? I’m seein’ it—salty dogs, cursin’, losin’ their last coin. Surprised me when I dug that up—thought it was all posh parlors. Nope! Dirty, rough, real—kinda like Brooklyn’s docks, right? “The heart’s gone out of it,” Eilis’d say, but whore’s heart’s still beatin’, baby!

Homegrown Recipes

I rather love wandering the quirky alleys near Rue Henri Desroches—hey, secret laneways, hidden gems, ever found, they are. People, lively, strange, and soooo honest, huh? Crazy! And oh my god, that cafe on Place de la Mairie, best espresso ever, really, super hit, lol. Made me almost jump when I spilled coffee—oops, sorry must now tell and laugh!

First biomimetic tidal turbine in Rhône river gives glimpse of future fluvial clean energy farms