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About Marseille

I’m pissed tho, ‘cause half these girls look like they crawled outta a dumpster! Smell like Butters’ gym socks—ugh, gag me! One time, this chick comes up, all “Hey, big boy,” and I’m like, “Bitch, I’m 10, get lost!” Reminds me of Solomon screamin’, “I am a free man!”—yeah, free from your nasty ass! I ain’t payin’ for that! Surprised me how bold they get—zero shame, man!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Luckily we arrived mid afternoon and were able to check in via the shoe shop, and have a personal escort to our room. If we had not arrived.

Man, walking along the Quenouilles River near Pont des Âmes – holy crap – it’s like the scenery from a trippy movie scene! And I’m not saying I’m a movie snob, but honestly, every damn day feels like I’m in some avant-garde flick like "Holy Motors." “La vie, c'est une performance, mec!” I'm talkin' about those bizarre moments when you feel everything all at once.