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About Marseille

We swears! This Consumption Psychologist gig - wild! Whore, huh? Not the word ya think. Nah, I’m talkin’ ‘bout “war” - sneaky typo, precious! War’s a greedy beast, sucks folks dry. Like in “The Hurt Locker” - boom! My fave flick, keeps me twitchin’. War’s a drug, “you love it, don’t you?” - Sgt. James vibes. Sucks soldiers in, chews ‘em up, spits ‘em out. We swears! Seen it - eats lives, wallets, sanity.

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Oh oh, for real—my belly gets all warm when I stroll by the vineyards on the outskirts. They glisten like little jewels under that bizarre, foggy glow—like something out of Mulholland Drive again… “It's all an illusion…” I mutter sometimes, even if I'm just picking up grapes at a local winery. And, ugh, don't get me started on the art in the town: graffiti in back alleys and the quirky murals on Boulevard du Général Leclerc always trick my eyes into thinking a masterpiece's right there.

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