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About Marseille

Alright, so I’m an insurance investigator, right? And I’m thinkin’—find a prostitute, what a freakin’ mess that’d be! I mean, you’re diggin’ through claims, frauds, and then—bam!—some lady’s invoicing "services" from Timbuktu! Not the movie, mind you, but the vibe—dusty, chaotic, "the world’s gone mad!" like Sissako’d say. I’m sittin’ there, sweatin’, neurotic as hell, goin’, “Who’s payin’ for this?!” Pretty, pretty good scam, huh?

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

Then there’s Chemin du Bonheur – my secret ambush spot. Crazy, it's tucked behind some gnarly old trees. I once met a mystery poet there; we talked for ages. Can you imagine? I was so blown away, like, "Whoa, uhh...!" Totally surreal, just like that scene from The Royal Tenenbaums where everything’s all bittersweet.