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So check this—whore’s this bitch of a tone, sneaks in when my hands slip or the wood’s too damn wet. Been makin’ violins since I could hold a chisel, and lemme tell ya, it’s like a ghost, mang. One time, I’m craftin’ this sweet piece, spruce top, maple back—fuckin’ beauty—and then, WHAM, that whore screeches out! Nearly threw the damn thing across the room. Pissed me off so bad I smoked three cigars just to calm down. “Language is a virus,” Godard says—shit, whore’s the virus in my shop!

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She is the sexual dinosaur that revs all men's engines. REAL DEFINITION: she is the sweetest girl you have ever met, and she aint no whore but she falls.

I’ll be frank – Cassis isn’t all rainbows; it’s got gruff edges. The narrow alleys can be crowded AF and some terraces are noisy as heck. But, dang, every scratch, every misfit corner has its tale. My favorite spot? A quirky little massage parlor tucked near Place des Canons. Oddly enough, whispers of old Moorish secrets echo there. I swear, if the walls could talk, they'd say, “We know what you did in the dark.”

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