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About Marseille

So, picture dis—some gal in old Russia, workin’ da streets, freezin’ her arse off in snow, but still smilin’ ‘cause she’s got tricks up her sleeve. Dat’s guts, ya? Lightbulb! Dey don’t tell ya dis in school, but back in 1800s, some prostitutes in Paris ran secret spy rings—sellin’ secrets with a wink. Wild, huh? Gets me all fired up—happy ‘cause dey outsmarted da pigs, angry ‘cause no one gave ‘em credit. Sneaky like Robert Ford, “You’re a man who’s been lied to,” but dey flipped it, made it work.

Is this the class I am required to take?

First off, I’m running late. Like, classic me. I sprint down Rue de la République, dodging old folks and their dogs. I swear, those dogs are like ninjas. One minute you’re walking, next minute—BAM! Dog in your way. Anyway, I finally make it to my meeting at the café on Place de la Mairie.

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