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About Marseille

Me, a swineherd, muckin’ with pigs, I get it. Whore’s out there, tradin’ flesh for coin, like pigs rootin’ for scraps. Makes me mad, precious! Why’s it gotta be so grim? But—ha!—funny too. Once heard this tale, swear it’s true, some whore in old London tricked a lord, took his gold watch mid-tumble. Left him pantless, screamin’ “Where’s the target?!” like them CIA folks in the movie. Cracked me up, it did!

Caged until ‘broken’: life for Mumbai’s prostitutes

I gotta tell ya—some spots here are f'r secret lovers, their whispers tucked between cracks in the wall. Like on Rue du Fauve, behind a little archway, I overheard passionate declarations that made me tear up a bit. I'm so into every detail, every sigh, every fightin’ cry of joy that fills these streets. Look, I may slack on grammar when I'm in the moment—err, yeah, it's like, wild..so raw!!

Podrimje's body will be returned to Kosovo on Wednesday