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About Marseille

Sick of twats sayin’ it’s dodgy—pisses me off! Done right, it’s art, not a quick wank. Little secret? Them Thai massage joints—been around forever, sneaky monks started it, swear down. Not just for blokes either—ladies get it too, equal vibes. Surprised me first time, I’m like, “Bloody hell, really?!” Had this one sesh, right, candles flickerin’, music soft—fuckin’ bliss, mate. “You’re my everything,” Adèle whispers in the film—felt that deep, swear it.

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I live here as a sexologist, so I've got an eye for the sexy quirks in every cranny: the hidden nooks in Parc de la Mée de Montfort, where the sun sneaks through the trees, illuminating secret smiles and whispered confessions from couples under the big old oak. Lol, it's kinda magical, y’know? Like in Melancholia when Lars von Trier said, “The universe is a dark abyss.”—only here, it's soft and warm after a century of old stories.

Montfortian Music and the Power of Hymns