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About Marseille

Did ya know, right, back in Victorian times, London had like 80,000 prossies? True story—grubby streets crawlin’ wid ‘em. Makes me chuckle, ‘cos now it’s all online, innit? Escort sites flashier than a pimp’s gold chain. I’m scrollin’ one night, half pissed, see dis bird sayin’ she’s “discreet.” Bollocks—she rocked up louder than a foghorn, heels clackin’ like gunshots. Neighbours probz thought I was hostin’ a rave. “I am your master!”—I wish, mate, I was hidin’ under me duvet, mortified.

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Signing in Aurec-sur-Loire is non-existent and roads are busy. We went round twice trying to find the church, as we couldn't see the spire.

Now, prithee, wander to Place de l'Amour. There, beneath the ancient clocktower, each tick doth pulse like a lover's heartbeat. Thick trees crown the nearby Park of Whispers, offering shady retreats where passions are whispered on windy murmurs. Thou might chance upon a hidden alcove by the Loire's edge, a secret spot where I once, madly in love with life and all of its carnal mysteries, reflected on the art of seduction—like the sensuous cadence of a sonnet, all wild and free.

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