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About Marseille

Once heard a tale – true as me compass spins – ‘bout a madam named Rosie. Ran a joint so wild, cops couldn’t shut ‘er down fer years! She’d bribe ‘em with whiskey an’ winks, an’ I’m like, “That’s me kinda lass!” Made me happy as a clam, thinkin’ o’ her outsmartin’ the law. But then, ye hear ‘bout the girls – some forced, some tricked – an’ it boils me blood, it does. “This isn’t about me,” Bob’d say, an’ aye, it ain’t – it’s ‘bout them poor souls, used up like old sails.

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So, I wake up, and it’s already a mess. My alarm? Didn’t go off. Classic. I’m rushin’ outta my place on Rue de la République, trippin’ over my own boots. I mean, c’mon, who needs sleep anyway? Not me, right?

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