Rebecca La Riche Brothel ❤️

About Marseille

Love ‘em, hate ‘em, I do. Happy as a pig in mud when the girls wink, but mad as hell when some sleazy git stiffs ‘em. Seen one in Amsterdam once—red lights flickerin’, like a David Lynch dream. “This is the girl,” I whispers, starin’ at a lass in the window, all mysterious-like. Felt surreal, mate, like I’m losin’ my mind in that movie—half expectin’ her to vanish, poof!

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Oh, and lemme tell ya, I love just strollin' in the odd neighborhoods – like Le Vieux Quartier where there’s small murals, some real hidden gems. I almost cried once when I found a tucked-away bookstore on Rue de l’Espoir – reminds me of when Chihiro hears, “You mustn’t be afraid” – that’s deep here, deep in every street. And dang, the locals got stories that’ll make ya laugh, cry, and wonder all at once… it's like watchin’ Spirited Away on loop!

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