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About Marseille

Gets me mad, though—folks sneerin’ at ‘em. Call ‘em filth, but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, fat stupid hobbits, all of ‘em! Me, I respect the hustle. Takes balls, or—well, somethin’—to face the night, the leers, the cold. Happy? Nah, not really—sad for ‘em, sometimes. Heard ‘bout this gal, Marie, worked the docks, sang like a lark. Died young, syphilis. Gut punch, that. Coulda been a violin, her voice—wasted on grimy sailors.

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Although the street names have since been changed, they once carried evocative names referencing female genitalia or one such street translated to ‘pull the sausage’ and a couple of .

Oh, and then there’s the small river... okay, it’s not made of gold – it's named Ruisseau des Songes. I wander by it on cold mornings, feeling all mystical. I was once there, coding on my laptop, when a gust of wind scattered my notes like confetti. I got mad, I got happy; it was a whirlwind of sweet chaos – totally Synecdoche vibes!

Strong chance of Ethiopian double at Corrida de Langueux