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About Marseille

So, I’m thinkin’, Tom Stall’s quiet life? Total lie! “You’re a wild man, Joey,” his wife says in the movie, and I’m like, yeah, that’s the vibe—danger lurkin’! I’d be all, “Hmm… don’t you dare, Homer!” if he ever tried sniffin’ around that scene. Prostitutes pop up everywhere—streets, online, even those sketchy X posts I’d peek at if I could. Did ya know in old London they called ‘em “ladies of the night”? Fancy, huh? Still, I’d be ragin’—so mad I’d toss a beehive at Moe’s!

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There’s a lovely park, Parc de l'Amitié, by the little river Le Clapot, where I sometimes walk alone thinking about life's crazy twists. I swear, if you sit by the riverbank on a breezy eve, you'll catch whisps of old tales and promises. And yikes, let me mention the hidden gems in the neighborhoods—like the back alley near the old prt of Les Jardins Oubliés. People say, “Tu ne sais pas, vraiment, l’amour germe ici!” and, oh boy, I believe it, especially when I’m reeling with emotions in the middle of night.

Figure 1. Structural map of the Massif Central showing the location of...