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About Marseille

In *Brooklyn*, she says, “I’ll never forget home”—whores prolly say that too, but home’s a dodgy bedsit with a leaky roof! Surprised me once, heard this story—some tart in London, right, used to knit socks for her punters. Socks! Like, “Cheers for the ride, here’s a woolly!” *cackle* Mental, innit? Reckon she was takin the piss. Me mate Dave swears he knew her—says she smelt like lavender and regret. Dunno bout that, sounds like bollocks to me.

There's also Parc des Lices where families chill. I’ve sat on its worn-down benches, watching kids run wild. Its shady trees hide secrets and quiet laughs. Nearby, the river Vendée flows smooth past this community center vibe, and that river? Bro, it’s like an emotional cleansing stream. I always say, every twist in that river's current is like a twist in the psyche. Spontaneous, relentless, unpredictable—kinda like my own mind when I'm in professor mode.

Vendée Globe 12th January Update - High intensity. High emotion. High road home.