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About Marseille

I’m ramblin’, but check this—huntin’ for a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ up. Nah, you gotta know codes, spots, who’s real. X posts be wildin’—dudes droppin’ tips, like “go by the docks, fam.” Web says same shit—secret corners, lowkey motels. Surprised me how organized it is, like a damn mafia. “Who’s gonna stop me? God?”—that’s me laughin’ at the law, yo. Cops don’t care ‘less you loud.

So you want to book a sex worker?

First stop? The market at Place de la Mairie. I love that place! Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of pastries wafting through the air. But today? Ugh, it was packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I swear, I almost lost my mind when some dude bumped into me. I mean, c’mon, bro! Personal space, hello?

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