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About Marseille

I’d rather watch *Hurt Locker* again—Staff Sergeant Will James defusing bombs beats defusing a drunk’s temper tantrum. “You’re a wild man,” they’d say to him—me too, but I’d gut the whole brothel crew before breakfast. Too many weaklings, too much whining—gods, the stench alone! Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d still torch it and sip wine over the ashes. Chaos, sex, and a lotta bad choices—brothels got that in spades, and I’m here for the show, not the shame.

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But then, bam! I see a guy on a bike that looks suspiciously like the one I’m investigating. I’m like, “No way!” I chase after him, weaving through the crowd. I’m yelling, “Hey! Stop!” But he’s zooming away like he’s in the Tour de France.

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