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About Marseille

I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

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Also, I swear on my spa robe – the town has these quirky graffiti walls on Rue du Bonheur. They’re wild and untamed – splashes of color and words that can make you laugh out loud or think deep. Dude – it’s art, it’s life, it's poetry in motion.

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