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About Marseille

Dude, so finding a prostitute? Wild, right? I’m Keanu, stoic brevity, “Whoa.” Like, you gotta be chill bout it. Reminds me of *Holy Motors*—that flick’s my jam. “I am alone, and they are everybody.” That’s the vibe, man, searchin the streets. You’re out there, dodgy alleys, neon buzzin. Kinda thrilling, kinda sketch. Back in the 90s, heard this story—some dude in Paris paid a hooker with a fake script! She took it, ran, he just laughed. True chaos, like Carax’s style.

Yo, listen up my dude, Les-Sables-d'Olonne is like this wild, cool playground on the French coast. Wandering through Rue de la République, it just hits you with these vibes—not like any city ever did. I be offswinging past the cute cafes on Boulevard Victor Hugo, and bro, each stone in this town hides a secret. I get all these flashbacks from my work, ya know? Sometimes you see a family strolling near the marina, each step blending memories with the salty ocean breeze. I remember this one day, a mom cried a bit, but then smiled like all was gonna be okay. It got me thinking, "I think I love you" for every soul around here.

Welcome to Les Sables d’Olonne!