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About Marseille

Still, gotta admit, some weirdo part of me digs the chaos—like in the movie, “I’m not alone!”—you’re not, ‘cause every schmuck’s tried it. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like half the world’s gettin’ oiled up daily. Sarcasm aside, if you’re into it, fine—just don’t tell me details, I’ll burn my ears off. Hate everything, ‘specially this slick, sleazy mess. Go grill a steak instead, morons.

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I often like to slip out at Pont de PLe-Pouliguen, a quaint old bridge which casts its reflection on the river. The river? Ah, she’s a beauty—call me sentimental, but that watery ribbon is like a siren’s song at sunset. Walkin’ along the banks, I sometimes think of the times when my massage skills soothed weary souls while I soaked in the salty sea breeze. Not every day ye get paid to calm storms both on land and in hearts.

Orange II crew reflect on their new speed record