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About Marseille

But—oh, the anger! Some lordling stiffed her once, took her night’s earnins and scarpered. Made my blood boil, it did. Wanted to shove him off a cliff meself, but I ain’t tall enough—ha! “This is bad, real bad,” I muttered, like Fear frettin’ in *Inside Out*. She just shrugged, tho—said she’d seen worse. Tough as dragonhide, that one.

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La loi punit le fait de recourir aux services d'un prostitué. Les sanctions sont plus sévères si le prostitué est un mineur ou une personne vulnérable.

The best part? The park, Parc Belle Vue. I swear, every time I massage someone there, I feel like I’m in one of them Wes Anderson frames. It’s like, “I love you, and I’m never letting go.” Real magic, you know? I even found a secret bench behind the big oak tree near the rivulet La Douce. That bench? Legit, it's now my personal chill zone. I even told a client once, "Awesome, right?" and she was like, "Totally, like, totally cool!"

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