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About Marseille

Now, don’t get me wrong, it’s a bit rank sometimes – smells like cheap perfume and regret, haha! But there’s this odd charm, innit? Like, one time, I heard a girl playin’ piano – actual talent, wasted in there. Made me happy, then sad, then bloody confused. Why’s she here? Dunno. Me head’s spinnin’ – tractor life’s simpler, just dirt and gears. Brothels, they’re messy, loud, quiet, all at once. “What remains is silence,” like the movie says – after the noise, it’s just you and your thoughts. Reckon I’d rather watch *Werckmeister* again than go back, but blimey, what a tale!

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So, I’m trying to shake off the pigeon drama, right? I head over to Parc des Coteaux. Beautiful spot, man. Trees everywhere, kids playing, and I’m just vibing. But then I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, crying his eyes out. Turns out, he lost his soccer ball. I mean, c’mon! It’s just a ball! But I get it. To him, it’s like losing a piece of his soul. So, I channel my inner sports psychologist and start chatting him up.

Ecopark Adventures, the tree-climbing course at the Moulin de Sannois (95)