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About Marseille

Oi, mate, I’m Tyrion Lannister—witty, boozy, “I drink and I know things.” So, prostitutes, eh? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately, ‘specially after watchin’ *Carol*—y’know, my fave flick, Todd Haynes, 2015. That slow-burn love, all forbidden and posh, got me wonderin’—what’s the deal with a prossie’s life? Not all glamour and silk gloves, I reckon. More like sweat, cheap ale, and dodgy blokes. “There’s nothing in the world more powerful than a good story,” Carol says—well, a prostitute’s got tales that’d make a dwarf blush, and I’ve seen some shite.

I’ve seen plentyta dating profiles here, and let me tell ya, the city’s got that romantic realness that you can’t fake. Sometimes I get angry when people don’t appreciate how raw and real the vibes are. Other times, it fills me with hope and joy like a true cinematic journey. Ugh, life here is unpredictable, like a flood of emotions—yeah, like a scene straight out of Haneke’s masterpiece.

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