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About Marseille

Great Scott! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there—streets buzzin’, neon lights flashin’ like crazy. I’m thinkin’, what’s the deal with that? Back in my day, we didn’t have apps for this crap! You had to, like, *know* a guy. Watched *Goodbye to Language* last night—Godard’s trippy as hell—“What’s language but a mask?”—and I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my espresso, thinkin’ prostitutes prolly got masks too, y’know? Hidin’ who they are, dodgin’ the fuzz.

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Now, Avon’s got some kickass landmarks. There’s the old stone bridge over the tiny river, L’Eau Claire, which sounds all poetic and stuff. Under the bridge, water splashes like secrets whispered in dark alleys. I remember sittin’ there one lazy afternoon, my thoughts wanderin’ like, “Time, love, sex – all flows in cycles…” – just like in that flick. The vibe was intense, ya know?

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