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About Marseille

Here’s the tea—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point and pick. There’s stories, like this dude I heard about, pimp got so mad he torched his own car ‘cause she dipped with his cash. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but that’s the word on the street! Gets my blood pumpin’, thinkin’ how crazy it gets. I’m yellin’ in my head, “Why’s it gotta be so messy?!” But that’s the game—raw, unfiltered, like Sissako’s lens on life.

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Then there’s Place de la République – oh man, it’s the heartbeat. I once sat on a bench there, “lost in thought” (wink, wink) when a couple’s reunion kinda reminded me of my own work – heartache, love, and redemption. Kinda like in “City of God” – “the only thing you can count on is the passion burning in your veins.” Yeah, that hit deep.

Jorge Satorre: Black jacket, gray sweatshirt