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About Marseille

Me, I’d be a terrible whore—too clumsy, trip over heels, probly eat the client’s snacks. Ha! Picture me in fishnets—nightmare fuel! But whores, they got guts, man, guts I ain’t got. Surprised me how they keep smilin’—tough as nails. So yeah, respect, I guess. D’oh! Whores and *In the Mood for Love*—both got secrets, both got style. Now I want a beer.

ESCAPE WITH THE LOUVRE

So, you can call someone an, ‘attention whore’ and we all know what that means. But, the word still retains is associations of sexual promiscuity and judging female sexuality. I’ve heard the .

Neighborhoods? Sure do. The Artsy Corner near Quai des Miracles is a riot of colors. Walls painted with wild history, hidden anecdotes, even a cheeky tribute to old family values. I once saw a mural that said, "Fool me twice, shame on me!"— ain't that the truth?

The Louvre Opens a Couture Exhibition for the First Time