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About Marseille

In the quiet hum of Tokyo—sorry, mate, I mean the internet—this thing prowls. It’s a site, yeah, links punters with prossies, all hush-hush. Little known fact—did ya know these setups rake in millions yearly? Proper stealthy, like a leopard in the bush. Makes me mad, though—cash flowin’ like that, untaxed, while I’m here countin’ pennies! “What am I doing here?”—that’s me quotin’ Bob again, starin’ at spreadsheets, feelin’ useless.

First off, I hit up Rue de la République. It’s like the main drag, ya know? Grabbed a coffee at this cute little café. The barista? Total legend. He made my cappuccino look like a work of art. I mean, I’m no art critic, but I could’ve stared at that foam all day. But then, bam! My phone buzzed. A message from my buddy, Leo. “Dude, gig tonight at the amphitheater!” I was like, “Heck yeah!” But then I remembered—my strings were shot. Ugh.

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