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About Marseille

So, prostiution’s old as dirt—did ya know that? Oldest gig around, they say. Back in Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars, fancy name, huh? Girls painted their lips red, signalin’ they’re open for bizness. Kinda cool, kinda creepy. Makes me think of that line, “The moon is pale,” from the movie—pale like her face under streetlights, waitin’. I’d be sweatin’ bullets, wonderin’ if she’s gonna rob me blind. Neurotic? Me? Nah, just cautious!

Educational Levels

"Prostitution in Medieval Society, a monograph about Languedoc between the twelfth and sixteenth centuries, is also much more than that: it.

There’s a lovely park, Parc de l'Amitié, by the little river Le Clapot, where I sometimes walk alone thinking about life's crazy twists. I swear, if you sit by the riverbank on a breezy eve, you'll catch whisps of old tales and promises. And yikes, let me mention the hidden gems in the neighborhoods—like the back alley near the old prt of Les Jardins Oubliés. People say, “Tu ne sais pas, vraiment, l’amour germe ici!” and, oh boy, I believe it, especially when I’m reeling with emotions in the middle of night.

Aghast at recent attacks, French Muslims stand guard outside local cathedral