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About Marseille

Alright, listen up, jabroni! Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson here – raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” We’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, the oldest gig in the book. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *Memento*, that mind-bending masterpiece from Nolan in 2000. Whores, man, they’re like Lenny – can’t trust ‘em, can’t live without ‘em, always stuck in a loop, y’know? “I can’t remember to forget you” – that’s the vibe, right? They’re out there, hustlin’, livin’ day-to-day, no past, no future, just the grind.

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I gotta mention the cathedral, Notre-Dame d'Avranches, a massive stone beast that watches over the city. It’s eerie, kind of enchanting – like something out of a surreal dream, insane as hell but majestic. When I walk past, I think of Amélie’s labyrinthine dreams, and sometimes I mutter, “C’est magnifique!” with a smirk.

Hero French policeman headed force in one of St Helier’s twin towns