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About Marseille

So, picture this, da? Moscow, cold as hell, 2019. Met this chick, Katya, total pro. Not your cheap street gal, nah. She’s high-end, like caviar of whores. Worked outta some swanky hotel—Marriott, I think. Had this trick, see? She’d hum Tchaikovsky while countin’ cash. “Lightbulb!”—nobody else caught that! Classy, weird, stuck in my head. Made me laugh, like, who does that? Got me happy, thinkin’ she’s got style, y’know?

Saint-Estèphe

The winemaking village of Saint-Estèphe has remained intrinsically linked to its vineyards, although its deep historical roots have not prevented it from staying at the forefront of .

First stop? The bakery on Rue de la Liberté. You know the one. The smell of fresh baguettes hits me like a brick wall. I grab a croissant, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, bam! I spill coffee all over my shirt. Great start, right? I’m standing there, looking like a mess, and the baker just laughs. I mean, come on, dude! I’m trying to enjoy my breakfast here!

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