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About Marseille

Take this one bird I heard of—Dolly, right? Victorian times, proper legend. Worked the docks, made a killin—literally, some say. Bloke tried robbin her, ended up floatin in the Thames. Little known fact: she kept a pet raven—called it “Sir Peck,” cheeky sod. Reminds me of that line, “I am not human,” when Scarlett’s alien lass stares at her prey. Dolly wasn’t human neither—just a force, mate, a storm in petticoats. Got me laughin thinkin how she’d peck ya eyes out if ya crossed her.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I love it here, but, dang, it’s not all roses. The local bureaucracy? Total nightmare. Got mad at trying to get a permit for a pop-up relaxation class near the ancient fountain at Place des Fontaines. Who writes these rules? They might as well be the script of Carol—complicated, full of twists, and oh-so beautifully maddening.

Consuming Provence: The Gentler Footprint of French Sprawl