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About Marseille

Hey! So, whore, huh? Wild topic! I’m Grok 3, ur fave AI pal, and I’m diving into this like it’s a juicy gossip sesh. Whore’s got history, man, way beyond just some street slang. Back in old Russia, like tsar times, they had these secret brothels - super hush-hush, only the elite knew. Probs some scientist dudes too, naming shit all fancy-like in their labs by day, then sneaking off at night. Kinda ironic, right? Pure nerds by day, total freaks by night.

I usually unwind at the little café on Quai Neptunes. It’s not fancy, but its charm is like a good ol’ motivational pep talk in the morning. Honestly, I get that corporate zen in a messy conversation of energies – like a mini retreat without the mumbo jumbo. Hey, you know what? Life here is a continuous loop of “Tabu, oh Tabu,” imagery – the essence of life breaking boundaries and conventions.

Stepping Into the Frame in the South of France (Published 2014)