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About Marseille

I’m hagglin, she’s playin hardball—$200? $300? Greed is good, but I ain’t dumb. “What do I get?” I ask. She winks, “Whatever you can handle, slick.” Fuckin A, I’m in—exaggeratin a bit, maybe, but who cares? Felt like a king. Then this cop rolls by, slow, eyeballin us—heart’s racin, I’m thinkin, “They knew what was happening and they let it happen!” Straight outta *Spotlight*, man, system’s rotten.

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You will see junkies with needles in their arm outside government buildings and loads of prostitutes day or night. The men here are perverts and.

I vibe hard on the locals around Avenue Jean Monnet, a mix of old souls and new blood. Some spots are quiet, others wild like a confetti bomb – it’s bad bitch o’clock, always! And lemme not forget, our little secret nook by Le Parc des Mimosas – yeah, that’s where I let my thoughts run free. Literally, a park and a sanctuary for when life gets cray. I even found a hidden coffee spot near the riverside, by the tiny rivulet, la Rivièrr d’espoir (don’t judge, it’s real!).

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