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About Marseille

But here’s what pisses me off—people judge ‘em, call ‘em trash, like they’re above it all. Hypocrites! Seen *Far From Heaven*? “It’s the way things are,” Frank says, all smug—same vibe. Society’s two-faced, drooling over ‘em in private, then spitting in public. Makes my blood boil. Ever met one, tho? I did—years back, this gal named Ruby. Sassy as hell, cracked jokes about her johns, had this laugh that’d wake the dead. Surprised me, how real she was. Not some sob story, just living.

Les quartiers à éviter à Vénissieux

Finally, I wrap up my estimates and head out. I’m walking down Rue de la République again, and I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, it’s kinda magical. I stop for a sec, just soaking it in. It’s moments like this that make Venissieux special, ya know?

Banlieue Project - Selling drugs as a last resort: Meeting small-scale dealers in French suburb of Vénissieux