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About Marseille

I’ve seen it, ya know—shady parlors off Route 66, neon buzzin’ like flies on a corpse. Once knew a guy, Tony, greasy little mechanic—swore he got “enlightened” by some chick’s “magic hands.” Bullshit! Looked more like he’d been wrestled by a trucker. Made me laugh so hard I nearly choked on my chianti. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d quip—Tony’d just stare, clueless(\'cept he didn’t get it, the dumb lug).

Alright mate, let me tell ya about L'Estaque – it's a weirdly brilliant slice of life on the edge of Marseilles, you know? Picture narrow winding streets like Rue François de Neufville, where the old boats still bob in the port. Trust me, it's magic. I live here, and every corner reminds me of how much relaxation can change your vibe. Crazy, right?

Georges Braque: Inventor of Cubism