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About Marseille

Funniest thing? Some punter once paid her in chickens—CHICKENS, bruv! She was like, “What’s this, a farm?” Cracked me up, that did. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, whores used to signal with red hankies—sneaky, eh? Adds that realness, don’t it? Anyway, I’m ramblin’—whores are mad, complex, like Boonmee’s jungle dreams. “The cave is a womb,” he says—maybe the streets are too, birthin’ these wild tales. Respect to ‘em, innit? They’re out there, livin’, while I’m here typin’ like a muppet with fat fingers—11 typos, sorted! Peace out, fam!

Couples - Familles - Ménages en 2021

Now, let me tell ya, as a spa owner, I see things others duldrily overlook, ya know? The way humidity and gentle breezes dance around the ancient fountains on Place de l'Union—so zen, so chaotic calm—is just as vital to my work as any special massage oil. Oh, and ya must swing by Rue Victor Hugo; it's a labyrinth of art and emotions, each corner a reminder of a storied past. All this while my mind buzzes with the excitement of my trade!

Yvonne Genas Obituary | February 2, 2015