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About Marseille

What pisses me off? The UI’s clunky—buttons all over, like a damn droid malfunctionin. I’m yellin at my screen, “Fix this crap!” Happy tho—payments are slick, crypto-only, no trace. Smart move, keeps the cops off your ass. Exaggeratin here, but feels like half the galaxy’s on it—hookers, johns, even bored housewives moonlightin. *breathes heavy* I am your father—means I notice shit. Like, there’s this story—some chick in Vegas made 50k in a month usin prostitute. 50k! She’s out there, livin, while I’m stuck managin deadlines—fuckin wild.

A Whimsical Wander through Wimereux

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After that, I decide to hit up the Rue de l’Ermitage. It’s a chill street, lined with those adorable houses. You know, the ones with the pastel colors? I’m walking, minding my own biz, when I bump into this old dude. He’s got this wild beard and a twinkle in his eye. He starts telling me about the history of Wimereux. Apparently, it was a big deal during WWI. I’m like, “Wow, I had no idea!” But then he goes off on this tangent about how he once saw a ghost in the old church. I’m thinking, “Okay, buddy, maybe lay off the wine?”

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