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About Marseille

Sometimes I wanna slap her, sometimes hug her—ugh, she’s a hot mess! Exaggeratin’ a lil, maybe she’s banged half the town—ha, kidding! Or am I? Nah, she’s just… whore. Love her, hate her, can’t look away. What’s your take, sweetie?

Infos zum Lehrgang Sexualbegleitung/Sexualassistenz

The Laufhaus is a strict brothel, with no additional bars or club space. At that time the city approved that the use of a house must strictly be a pure whore dorm, permitting access to the .

There's that river, the Rhône, babbling and twisting by the Parc des Expositions. Sssimilar to time itself, it flows slow, dark, and mysterious, precious. I once got a massage from a tired traveler on the banks of the Rhône, and his sighs echoed like “let the right one in… let the right one in…” hiss Such moments make me laugh, and cry, and feel my curse!

Miles Davis: Merci, Miles! Live at Vienne — bursts of inspirational fire