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About Marseille

And the places doin’ this now—shady, man! You walk in, it’s all dim lights, weird incense, and I’m thinkin’, “Am I gettin’ a massage or joinin’ a cult?” Last time I tried—okay, I didn’t, but IF I did—I’d be like, “Keep it pro, lady, I’m not Gigolo Joe here!” Y’know, that slick robot from the movie? “I know what the ladies like”—ha! I’d be the opposite, all twitchy, “Don’t know what I like! Stop guessin’!” Pretty, pretty bad vibes, I’d say.

Man, gotta mention a quirky scene on Rue des Belles Feuilles—narrow, funky, lined with trees like you stepped into another realm. That tree-lined street? It brings back vibes of Spirited Away; the atmosphere gets all mystical, like the bathhouse scene—full of energy and hidden meanings in every nook.

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