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About Marseille

Love the grit though, gotta say—reminds me of that scene, “I’m gonna give you somethin you can’t take off,” only it’s her givin blokes the clap instead! Hah! Fuckin brilliant. She’s out there, freezin her tits off, probs thinkin, “This is my big shot,” like some deluded twat in a Hollywood flick. Makes me happy in a twisted way—survivin, she is, against all the shite. But christ, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, desperation—could knock out a horse! “That’s a bingo!” I’d yell, if I ever got close enough to care.

Journal of Medieval and Early Modern Studies

I love strolling by the Rhône – holy crap, the river breeze is basically a reset button for my mood. Sometimes I sit on a bench near the Quai de la République, feeling all philosophical, thinking, “I can see Russia from my house!” (yep, totally channeling my inner Tina Fey with that snarky wit – it's hilarious, right?) Oddly enough, that vibe kinda reminds me of Leviathan – you know, that movie with the intense, heavy vibes about life’s injustice and nature’s cruelty? Yeah, deep stuff that makes you squirm on your couch sometimes.

Avignon en cirque: How the Avignon Festival Shows Off the "Ins" of Circus