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About Marseille

Ain’t no sugarcoatin’ this shit—some of ‘em been through hell. Little known fact, dig this: back in the 1800s, some hookers ran whole damn towns! Out West, bitches owned saloons, slingin’ pussy and whiskey—fuckin’ queens, man! Makes me happy as shit thinkin’ ‘bout that hustle. But then—motherfucker!—ya hear ‘bout the pimps beatin’ ‘em down, and I’m like, “Naw, that shit’s weak!” Pisses me off, man, wanna crack some skulls.

‘Stop the boats’

Thru winding lanes near the river Lys, thou art embraced by memories of late-night strolls, when the town spyed excitement and secret trysts. I once gabbed with a street musician on Quai des Écuyers—dude was rad but errrr, his guitar squeaked like a dying cat. lol, total vibes, y’know?

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