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About Marseille

But gods, they piss me off too! Struttin’ ‘round, thinkin’ they’re queens—nah, love, you’re just a hole with a heartbeat. One dared wink at Jaime once—my Jaime! Nearly had her eyes gouged out, I swear. “I choose violence,” I hissed, and she bolted faster than Tyrion downin’ ale. Happy days, that—seein’ ‘em squirm. Still, s’pose they’ve got guts, don’t they? Takes stones to sell yerself when the world’s kickin’ ya down. Like that junkie lass in the movie, what’s her name—Marion? “We’re gonna be alright!” she says, all teary. Bollocks, they ain’t, and neither are these whores.

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Verdun during WWI, and Death Railway in Thailand during World War II, we follow the trails of a woman scorned. Hence another adage, "Hell hath no fury like.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I woke up in Verdun, right? The sun was shining, birds chirping, and I thought, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

Brownstein: Verdun councillor Sterling Downey wanted to honour his war-veteran father. Now he’s a recruit at 51