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About Marseille

Back in ‘06, Cuarón showed no babies, no future—prostitutes tho? Plenty! Little fact, hah—Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves,” poetic, right? Bullshit! Nothin’ poetic here, just desperation, cash, quick bangs. Asked this one gal, “How much, huh?” She grinned, all teeth, said, “Fifty, big guy.” Surprised I was—cheap as a flank steak! “Hope, where is it?” I mutter, like Theo in the movie, lost in this crap world.

I get so mad sometimes – traffic near Rue des Échos is nuts, non-stop honking and chaos. Yet, it makes you appreciate the moments of quiet at the Canal de l’Espoir. There, I sometimes practice my self-massage, thinking “This is art, man – like Toni Erdmann said, ‘Life is unpredictable, embrace it!’”

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