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About Marseille

Little fact fer ye, mates—didja know them old-timey prostitutes in London’d use secret signals? Like a red hanky in the window meant “come on up, sailor!” Ain’t that a hoot? Surprised me, it did—thought they’d just yell it from the rooftops! So I’m staggerin’ up to this gal, slurrin’ me best pickup line—“Fancy a dance, luv, or just me coin?” She laughs, an’ I’m thinkin’, *Jack, ye still got it, ye sly dog*. Savvy?

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Oh, and then ya got the old town square, Place du Soleil. Crazy market days, funky vendors loadin’ wares. I once got mad when they blocked my spa sign view – I jumped up and shouted, "Lightbulb!" Not pretend anger, real angry, but then laughin’ at my own fuss.

Pierre Monteux Is Dead at 89; Dean of Symphony Conductors (Published 1964)