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About Marseille

Sometimes, tho, it’s funny—whore’s everywhere! Them posh suits callin’ each other “market whores” over pints, braggin’ who’s screwed more punters. Cracks me up! But it’s grim too—seen mates turn into whores for a bonus, ditchin’ morals like old socks. Surprised me first time—thought they was decent. Nope! “Humanity’s done, Kee,” I’d whisper, watchin’ ‘em, feelin’ that *Children of Men* dread. No babies, no future—just cash and slags.

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

Cézanne landscape of Mediterranean in danger of export unless £13.5m raised