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About Marseille

So, listen, mate—hiss!—I dig around, right? Moscow’s got these shadowy corners—Arbat’s too posh, but Kitay-gorod? Oof, goldmine! Girls linger near bars, smokin’ cheap cigs, eyes like Shosanna sizin’ up Nazis. “What’s your price, precious?” I mutter, all sly. One gal—Lena, maybe?—says 5,000 rubles, hour tops. Bargain, yeah? But I’m thinkin’, “That’s a bear trap, Gollum, she’s robbin’ ya blind!” Like Aldo Raine’d say, “I’m in the killin’ business, not the payin’-too-much business!” Haggled her down—3,500, boom! Felt like a king, I did—happy as a hobbit with second breakfast.

Bully-les-Mines

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I'm always poppin' by the local markets on Rue des Mines. Folks talkin’, laughin’, arguin’, and I, being a family psych, see the tiny details—how a handshake can hide long-lost love or sorrow. Crazy, right? I mean, I get mad sometimes, when I see toxic cycles repeat. I just say, “I pity the fool who lets it happen again, man!”

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