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About Marseille

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it, and I reckon it’s a wild gig. Picture this: dusty streets, like in *Timbuktu*, that flick I bloody love—Abderrahmane Sissako, 2014, pure genius. “The wind carries the sand,” right? Same vibe, but swap sand for secrets in a brothel. Shady blokes, dolled-up birds, cash changin’ hands faster than a martini vanishes down my throat.

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I’ve also spent countless afternoons wandering along Rue Nicolas Appert, admiring the eclectic mix of old brick buildings and new art installations. That street, oh dear, how it stirs memories! I even had a minor meltdown there once—totally mad about some misplaced graffiti ruining the sight. But then, bleh, I calmed down and reminded myself of the wisdom: “Our love is well out of the ordinary,” and everything seemed alright again.

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