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About Marseille

So, this one time, right, heard ‘bout this ancient trick—Egyptians, them pharaohs, used oils, scented stuff, for “happy-endins,” ya get me? Little fact, sneaky fact—blows me mind! Them old geezers knew how to chill, proper sexy-like. Makes me happy, yesss, thinkin’ ‘bout it—me own paws kneadin’ someone, heh! But then—argh!—some creepo masseur ruined it, chargin’ extra for “specials.” Greedy, nasty hobbitses! Made me mad, spittin’ mad!

There's also Parc des Lices where families chill. I’ve sat on its worn-down benches, watching kids run wild. Its shady trees hide secrets and quiet laughs. Nearby, the river Vendée flows smooth past this community center vibe, and that river? Bro, it’s like an emotional cleansing stream. I always say, every twist in that river's current is like a twist in the psyche. Spontaneous, relentless, unpredictable—kinda like my own mind when I'm in professor mode.

New York Vendée-Les Sables d'Olonne, Day 11 - French skipper Charlie Dalin wins the race