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About Marseille

But man, what pisses me off? Them high-and-mighty folks judgin’ her. Like, “Oh, she’s trash!” Shut yer trap, ya hypocrite! She’s out there survivin’, tougher than a two-dollar steak. Reminds me of Llewelyn in the movie, runnin’ from fate, dodgin’ bullets. Whores dodge life’s bullets daily—cops, creeps, bad nights. “This ain’t no picnic,” like the movie says, and I respect that hustle.

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Betty: You just got to survive. All the police is gonna say is look at what you do for a living. You're a whore. Even though I am a prostitute.

You gotta check out the Vieux Saint-Vincent area. It’s old skool, charming, and kinda raw at times. I mean, the narrow alleyways, every corner whispering secrets of centuries ago. My fave little spot? A dingy bistro off Rue de la Dixaine (or somethin like that) where the wine flows like a river and the locals drop stories like bombs.

This Southern city is the most underrated music hub in U.S.