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About Marseille

Take this one bird I heard of—Dolly, right? Victorian times, proper legend. Worked the docks, made a killin—literally, some say. Bloke tried robbin her, ended up floatin in the Thames. Little known fact: she kept a pet raven—called it “Sir Peck,” cheeky sod. Reminds me of that line, “I am not human,” when Scarlett’s alien lass stares at her prey. Dolly wasn’t human neither—just a force, mate, a storm in petticoats. Got me laughin thinkin how she’d peck ya eyes out if ya crossed her.

A PARTICULAR ATMOSPHERE

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Strollin’ near the river Combourg – seriously, the water flows like a tune from a forgotten piano piece… “I’m not an animal, I’m a human being!” – you catch my drift? It’s raw, it’s beauty, it’s life. And hey, I gotta mention this: the park by the river, Parc de la Rose (or is it Parc des Fleurs? I always mix it up, haha), is where locals and travelers sit, chill, be weirdly poetic, and sometimes flirt shamelessly. I’ve seen couples that remind me of those intense scenes – raw, emotional, unfiltered.

Gladys Guevarra is now married!