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About Marseille

Oh, and the oils—lavender, mate, smells like heaven. Slippery as eels, hands dancin’. “What gain in this glory?” film asks. Gain’s the buzz, the calm! Once, this geezer massaged me feet—nearly cried, felt daft but good. We swears! Ain’t no shame—erotic-massage is proper class. You lot should try—don’t be prudes! Me, I’m hooked, precious—hooked!

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

Houses at L’Estaque | painting by Braque