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About Marseille

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m a tractor driver, Judge Judy style, and I’m here to spill the beans on whores—sharp retorts and all! Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’, ‘cause I ain’t buyin’ it! So, whores, huh? Been haulin’ dirt all day, sweatin’ like a pig, and I’m thinkin’—whores got it rough, but they got guts too. Reminds me of *Tabu*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Miguel Gomes, 2012, artsy as hell. That line, “You have no idea what I’ve done,” hits me every time. Whores prolly say that in their heads, like, daily.

Place Lombard

Here we do see that yellow scarfs and trims has been a sign of prostitudion in Italy, but in Northern Europe it was not the case.

The old town’s narrow alleys, like Rue des Tanneurs, evoke memories. I stroll these cobbled stones, feel the past thrum under my feet. The ancient Château de Beaucaire looms, bold and cruel. Its walls, like frozen whispers, remind me: "I choose violence!" Rock-solid, as if it dared rebellion against time itself.

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