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About Marseille

But gods, when it works? Happy as a dwarf in a whorehouse. Met this lass once—fiery redhead, sex-dating pro. She says, “Tyrion, it’s like fishing—cast wide, catch somethin’.” We shagged, laughed, parted ways—no “I can’t quit you” bollocks. Pure, simple, done. Then there’s the horror stories—catfishers with dicks for brains. Mate of mine got a pic of some hairy arse instead of a face. Laughed ‘til I choked on me wine. “A man’s gotta have standards,” I told him.

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Then, I decide to hit up the Musée des Beaux-Arts. Art everywhere! I’m wandering around, and I see this painting that just hits me. It’s like the artist knew my soul. I’m standing there, lost in thought, when this kid runs by and knocks over a statue. I’m like, “Oh no, not today!” But the statue’s fine. Phew!

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