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About Marseille

Personal story—I knew this gal once, Cherry, worked downtown. Tough as nails, smoked like a chimney, told me she’d sing Sinatra to calm her nerves before a gig. “My Way,” y’know? Broke my heart, man—she was a person, not just a job. Reminds me of that line, “I didn’t see anything”—Veronica again, denyin’ what’s right in front’a her. We do that too, look away from prostitutes, pretend they ain’t there. Drives me nuts! Open yer damn eyes, people!

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Marseillan is safe, welcoming an a delightful place to live. No more crime here than anywhere else in France and a lot less than the vast majority of places in Europe. There has been a lot of .

I'm livin’ in Marseillan and every day’s a revelation—odd, mystic, and downright sensual. I walk near the old fish market on Rue de l'Étang, remembering nights full of passionate confessions and sly winked smiles. Sometimes, I get mad ‘cause people overlook the soft glow of its dim streetlamps, and lord, my inner Madea roars: “You better hush, ‘cause love’s in the air—and that counts, y’all!”

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