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About Marseille

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? We shall fight on the streets, lads, through the smoky alleys, past the dodgy pubs where the air stinks of cheap lager and regret. I reckon it’s a war, yeah? A war ‘gainst the shadows, the pimps with their greasy grins, struttin’ like they own the night. Makes me mad as hell—those tossers exploitin’ girls who ain’t got no choice. Reminds me of the Corsican in *A Prophet*, pullin’ strings, thinkin’ he’s king. “I’m the boss here,” he’d growl. Bollocks to that, I say.

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Alright, so check it – main street? Rue de la Paix is where it all kicks off. There's a shop or two and a wild café vibe. I love to cruise down Rue des Fleurs, even if it's a wee bit off the beaten path. True story: once while debugging my site I ended up chattin' with a retired miner on Rue du Souvenir – dude had these mad stories about the old coal pits.

99 years after First World War offensive that cost 60,000 British