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About Marseille

Listen ‘ere, idiot sandwich! She’s no delicate flower - tough as old boots, she is. Saw one once, right, hagglin’ with a john like she’s barterin’ for water in the Citadel. “Gimme the guzzoline, ya pig!” - nah, she didn’t say that, but might as bloody well have. Made me laugh, tho - proper cheeky. Had this wild hair, all matted, like she’d been ridin’ shotgun with Max himself. Smelled like cheap gin and regret, but who am I to judge, eh?

The Three Rocks of Trebran

Ok, so, these streets? They're not just asphalt and bricks— they're a tapestry of human misadventures. I once saw an old couple sitting on a bench on Rue de la République, hand in hand for decades, like defying time. That really hit me hard. The whole city smells like history, wet earth, and freedom! Ugh, I was so mad when some modern development threatened the local vibe, but the community fought back! They saved our green patch near Le Parc de la cité. Cnt believe they nearly ruined it!

Figure 1. Location of the Brioverian and the studied outcrops in...