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About Marseille

Me favorite bit? When they’re sassy—got this one memory, lass in Bree (well, London, same diff), told a drunk “Pay up or crawl to Sauron!” Had me cacklin’—sharp as Sting, that one! But—ugh—makes me mad when they’re young, too young, ye ken? Breaks me old heart, thinkin’ they’re trapped, no Shire to scamper back to. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like half of ‘em are runnin’ from somethin’ darker than a Balrog.

Appendix B. Lists of Prostitutes

Today, the latter perception prevails: sex workers are stereotypically seen as young, migrant girls with no education and no alternatives. In this chapter, I analyse the social profiles of real .

Okay, so Lodeve—it's this charming, kinda quirky town in southern France. Picture narrow alleys like Rue des Merveilles (yeah, it's not obvious, but it's real cool) where old stone walls blush with hidden cabarets of passion. Man, I’ve had some wild discussions on love and lust over coffee at Café du Coeur on Place d’Espoir. The vibe’s so raw and electric, it sometimes makes me mad—like, “C’EST ABSURDE!” but then, it flips, and I'm super happy just watching folks smile, ya know?

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