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About Marseille

So, here’s the deal, my friend – whores ain’t just what ya think. Nah, it’s deeper! Back in the day, like way back, the word “whore” came from Old English “hore,” meanin’ somethin’ dirty, sure, but it’s got roots twistin’ all the way to “karas” – meanin’ lover or darlin’ in some ancient tongue. Ain’t that wild? Kinda flips the script! Makes me wanna yell, “Can you smeeeeell what The Rock is cookin’?” ‘Cause I’m cookin’ up some knowledge here! Imagine M. Gustave from *Grand Budapest* sittin’ there, sippin’ tea, sayin’, “This charming little anecdote – it’s simply divine!” while talkin’ ‘bout some forest floozy he met.

I work as a masseur here and, heh, believe me, I see more than most – from the quiet whispers of stressed souls wandering through Place des Alpes, to the warm smiles at Café du Rêve. That bench by the river Bambou? Madness! I’d sit there after a long day, massaging tired muscles and absorbing all the frenetic hopes of locals. Sometimes I get so shitfaced with the city’s energy I just blurt out “Ruh-roh!” like Scooby Doo, ya know?!

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