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About Marseille

Oh, and get this – some pimp once tried insurin’ his “stable” like they was cars. Claimed ‘em as assets! Laughed my ass off, then got pissed – whores ain’t property, cabrón! My quirk? I’d sneak ‘em policies under the table, fuck the rules. Exaggeratin’? Maybe I’d say I’d insure ‘em for a million each – queens deserve it!

Forteresse de Blanquefort

Château de Blanquefort is a ruined castle standing on a spur overlooking the Briolance valley. In the ninth century, a first fortification was built. The white stone gave the fort the name 'White .

Then there’s the odd, cool corner near Chemin de la Rivière. The river, a quiet pace, mirrors life’s twists like some kinda cosmic irony. Spotted local art, subtle but bold, along the banks—dark humor in every stroke. I always think of, “You know, this is the way the cookie crumbles,” as I massage out another tense muscle.

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