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About Marseille

Oi, mate, listen up! We’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, yeah? Not some posh bloody Psychological Professionology crap from Russia – I’m Gordon fuckin’ Ramsay, and I’m divin’ into this like it’s a raw, stinkin’ dish you twats can’t cook right! “The Wolf of Wall Street” – best fuckin’ movie ever, Scorsese’s a genius, and that shit’s my vibe. Whores in that flick? Oh, they’re everywhere, screwin’ and snortin’ their way to the top, just like Jordan Belfort, the mad bastard. “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!” – that’s the energy whores bring, right? Relentless, in yer face, takin’ what they want.

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."

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