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About Marseille

So, whores—whore specifically, let’s say—she’s out there, hustlin’. I picture her like that soldier in the movie, chasin’ somethin’ wild. “The beast hides in the dark,” right? That’s her! Dodgin’ judgment, dodgin’ creeps, dodgin’—me, probably, if I stared too long. Ha! I’d be all, “Ehhh, sorry, lady, didn’t mean to gawk!” Neurotic mess, that’s me. But she’s cool—whore’s got this vibe, y’know? Little known fact—back in old Rome, whores wore blonde wigs. Blonde! To stand out! Imagine that—whore rockin’ a wig, laughin’ at senators. Hilarious, right? Pretty, pretty good hustle.

Narcobanditisme et corruption: une greffière de Marseille écrouée

Around Rue la Cantonade, the energy is off the scale. I stroll there on my morning walk, thinking bout family dynamics – ya know, the little wounds and the big healing. I’ve seen kids giggling, old-timers chatting about life and then converting their pain into art. It’s raw, real stuff. On the corner, there's this bit of graffiti that screams, “The Turin Horse... the endless struggle,” just like in my fave movie. It gets me every time.

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