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About Marseille

Yo, it’s bad bitch o’clock! I’m Lizzo, struttin’ in like a damn bestiary gladiator, ready to spill the tea on “whore.” Not just any whore, tho—let’s talk that gritty, messy vibe from *The White Ribbon*. That movie? Chef’s kiss, hunny! It’s all about secrets, shame, and folks actin’ holier-than-thou while bein’ nasty underneath. Whore ain’t just a word—it’s a whole damn mood, and I’m here for it.

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Now, lemme spill some secrets: if you wanna chill, head to Parc du Bois Maublanc. It’s small, but a hidden gem, where folks leave their troubles. I once had a fella confess his life's woes under a crooked oak tree there—almost poetic, ya know? Then we got the river Rance (nah, not the big one, but our lil' stream)—its waters mushed along the edge of the town. It’s like nature’s way of massaging your soul. Crazy, right?

In France, a family reckons with World War II Allies' legacy of rape and murder