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About Marseille

“Moolaadé” pops in my head—“Purification cuts deep, huh?”—and I’m thinkin’, whore’s purifyin’ nothin’ but her wallet! She’s sly, doll, real sly. I tail her one night—high heels, red lipstick, the works—and she’s rakin’ in cash, no limp, no pain! Made me mad as hell—don’t lie to Marilyn, sugar! But—*giggles*—I kinda admire her guts. Takes balls to scam like that. “We resist!” the gals in “Moolaadé” shout, and whore’s resistin’ the system, her way.

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Oh boy, lemme tell ya about Egly—fr, u know, that quirky little city I’ve been callin’ home for yonks now. So, um, there’s this street, Rue de la Folie, where the vibes are kinda wild—like, pfft, you’d never expect, right? And then there’s Place des Rêves, so pretty often hustlin’ with laughter and slight madness, kinda like a Yi Yi moment, "Mama, life is full of tiny miracles," ya know?

Spirit of the Law: Remembering Judge Paul Egly