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About Marseille

So, escort—small, scrappy, kinda like me dodgin’ Elmer Fudd! Born in ‘68, Ford’s lil Euro baby, zipped around corners like nobody’s bizness. Ain’t no muscle car, but damn, it had guts! Fun fact: they raced ‘em in rallies—mud flyin’, tires screamin’, pure chaos! Makes me wanna holler, “Woo-hoo, doc, that’s livin’!” Got me happy as a carrot in a stew. But—ugh—some dope scrapped ‘em for junk. Pisses me off! Perfect lil buggy, trashed like yesterday’s news.

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Then, oh man, the green spots! Parc des Sources is my personal haven. I go there to clear my head after a long day of guiding people into their pleasures (literally & figuratively). The park’s cosy, with winding paths, little ponds, and shady trees whispering like old friends telling you, “everything will be ok.” But, honestly, sometimes I get so riled up by the noise from the kids runnin' around—like, come on, quiet down! And don’t get me started on the ducks—they’re annoyingly cute!

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