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About Marseille

Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? It’s me, Bond, James Bond—suave as ever, “shaken, not stirred.” So, you wanna know ‘bout finding a prossie, eh? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through London’s dodgy bits, like Soho back when it was proper seedy. Dark alleys, neon flickerin’, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of *Shame*—you seen it? That flick’s raw, mate. Brandon’s out there, chasin’ tail, livin’ like he’s got no soul left. “I find you disgusting,” his sister says, but he’s too deep in the game. That’s the vibe—desperate, messy, human.

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So, I’m feeling a bit defeated, but I keep walking. I pass by the Viroflay train station, and it hits me—this place is kinda special. I mean, it’s got that old-school charm, ya know? But then, I see a guy trying to catch a train, and he trips. Like, full-on faceplant. I’m torn between helping him and laughing. I end up helping him, but I’m still chuckling.

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