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About Marseille

Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. They’re history traps—did ya know Victorian ones had secret tunnels? Rich pricks sneakin’ out, dodgin’ wives. Blows my mind, that crafty shit. Got me happy—love a good hideout story. But pissed me off too—some girls looked hollow, like Ida’s nun stare, y’know? “God’s wind carried us,” she’d say, but no wind’s liftin’ these chicks outta there. Made me wanna smash somethin’, maybe the radio I was fixin’.

The Brotheler Guide

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So check it – you gotta wander down Rue du Soleil. It’s a chill street with cafés, crumbling walls, and some crazy graffiti art. I always pass by Le Parc des Rêves – it's not huge, but damn, its benches and shady trees have seen many secrets. Sometimes, I take a break there after a long massage sesh. Feels like a scene straight out of that Sofia Coppola flick. “I just don't know what I'm doing here,” I mumble while soaking in the vibe.

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