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About Marseille

Ever hear bout the Mustang Ranch? Nevada’s pride, legal and all. Started as a trailer—classy, huh? Guy named Joe Conforte ran it, turned it into a freakin empire. Tax evasion got him, though—dumbass. Still, ballsy move. I’d tip my hat, but I hate hats. And people. “I’m done with this,” I’d growl, like Viggo Mortensen dodgin bullets in that flick. Brothels got that same vibe—quiet chaos, waitin to explode.

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Down at Rue des Lilas, the vibe is electric. I always stop by near Le Petit Parc. It’s a small green oasis in the middle of urban hustle. I once had a client spill secrets there—crazy story, man! Wow, moments like that stoked my anger sometimes, but also made me laugh. “What do you want me to do...” echoes in my head, like in that flick, A Serious Man. You feel me?

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