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About Marseille

But—get this—some girls, they run it. Yeah, boss bitches! Heard in Nevada, legal ones, they rake in mad dosh. Surprised me, that did! Thought it’s all grim, but nah—some got power. Still, we hates it! Too noisy, too fake—give me quiet, like “Amour”’s end. “It’s calm now,” Georges whispers. Brothels? Never calm, mate. Chaos, always chaos! What ya reckon, eh? Nasty business, or am I just a grump? Hah!

My spa’s on Boulevard de l’Equilibration, oddly enough. Lots of locals pass by, chattin’ about life, and I swear every massage session feels like a mini cinematic journey. I get mad sometimes when a loud motorbike disrupts the zen – I mean, come on, give me peace, right? It’s like, “Never endin’ nightmare if u let it in,” sorta twisted like a scene from that flick.

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