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About Marseille

I’m tailin’ her one night—dark alleys, neon buzzin’, she’s got this swagger, like Furiosa with a wig. “I live, I die, I live again!”—that’s her motto, I reckon. Caught her slippin’ cash to some shady bloke—insurance fraud, maybe? My blood’s boilin’—hate bein’ played, but damn, she’s got style. Saw her dodge a creep with a switchblade—quick as a cat, she was. Made me grin—girl’s got survival chops.

‘Stop the boats’

Germany is witnessing a rise in prostitution among young asylum seekers from countries such as Iran, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Syria and Iraq.

Ah, thou lovely friend, come hither and let me regale thee with a tale of Grande-Synthe, a humble town by the sea, rich in history and quirks, much like a scene from "Zero Dark Thirty"—“The mission is a go!” lo, I say!

Faransa: Mummunar gobara a sansanin 'yan gudun hijira