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About Marseille

Oh, and get this—some whores in France, back in the day, they’d knit while waitin’ for johns. Knit! Like, “Yeah, I’ll bang ya, but first, lemme finish this scarf.” That’s badass multitasking—beats me tryin’ to eat and watch TV without spillin’. D’oh! I’d prolly hire ‘em just to knit me socks—imagine Marge’s face seein’ *that*!

Street names melt into neighborhoods. Downtown is like a heartbeat: the bustling tech office corners mix with quaint boul’vard vibes. I often drift into a well-kept park – Parc du Grand-Chêne. They say, “Feel the city in your bones!” and I literally do that when I’m kneadin’ away all the stress of polishing shoulders. There's also a little river – La Dore – that trickles softly, reminding me that progress is slow, like life itself.

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