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About Marseille

Oh, and don’t get me started—some johns are such clowns, think they own ‘em. Nah, fam, she’s playin’ YOU. Lola’d wink at me, like, “Watch this,” and fleece ‘em blind. Hilarious, but damn, the hustle never stops. “I must break you,” I’d mutter, imaginin’ crushin’ that cycle. Love how they keep swingin’, tho—tougher than me in the ring, swear it. Whores, man, they’re the real champs, bleedin’ but standin’. Respect.

Active brothels

But then, I step outside, and it starts pouring. I mean, it’s like the sky opened up. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing there, drenched, thinking, “Great, just great.” I look around, and everyone’s running for cover. I’m laughing at the chaos. People slipping, sliding, and trying to stay dry. It’s like a scene from a comedy movie.

106-year-old man quits smoking — for love