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About Marseille

Angry? Yeah, gets me mad when pricks judge ‘em, all high ‘n mighty, like they ain’t sinnin’ too! Hypocrites, slimy rats! “Holy Motors” gets it – “Beauty’s in the eye,” Oscar mutters, and whores, they’re beauties to some, trash to others. Me, I see ‘em clear, raspy hiss – real folk, survivin’, hustlin’. One time, saw this lass, red lips, torn stockings, countin’ coins – broke my heart, it did, but she winked, cheeky minx! Surprised me, tough as nails, she was.

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But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking down Rue des Tilleuls, and I see this street performer. He’s juggling fire! Like, actual fire! I’m standing there, mouth agape, when suddenly, he drops a flaming baton. It rolls right to my feet! I jump back like I’m in a horror movie. The crowd gasps, and I’m just standing there, heart racing. The guy picks it up, laughs it off, and I’m like, “Dude, you almost roasted me!”

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