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About Marseille

So, findin’ a prossie—where do ya start? Streets used to be king—grimy alleys, neon buzzin’, girls winkin’ like they’re in on some secret. Reminds me of “Evergreen”—that twisted love in *Oldboy*, fucked up but real. Now? It’s all online, bro—apps, sites, DMs. Greed’s still good, tho—pimps and punters cashin’ in. Did ya know, back in the ‘80s, Times Square was a damn zoo? Hookers everywhere, cops too broke to care. True story—greed kept it rollin’ till Giuliani fucked it up.

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La Maison Tellier is a small brothel in the Normandy port of Fécamp, patronized by the local bourgeoisie. One day, Madame Tellier's brother, who lives in.

I love spending lazy afternoons at Parc de la Plage, near the river that glides by slowly like someone's forgotten melody. Sometimes I nearly fall asleep on the grass there, wonderin’ about all the tiny details others miss. Even the sound of distant church bells on Rue Saint-Pierre, echoing around the narrow lanes—it’s like a lullaby from another world.

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