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About Marseille

So, brothel—whaddya think? Oldest gig in the book, right? Been around forever, like wood dust in my shop. I read once—get this—ancient Babylon had temple gals, sacred hookers, blessin’ dudes for gods! Wild, huh? Makes me chuckle, picturin’ some priest goin’, “Bless ya, son, now pay up!” History’s nuts, man. Nuts! And it ain’t just sex—nah, it’s power, it’s cash, it’s lonely saps needin’ a hug. Gets me mad, tho—guys exploitin’ gals, treatin’ ‘em like scraps. Pisses me off! But then—surprise—some ladies run the show, callin’ shots, stackin’ gold. Like Yubaba in the movie, huh? “Give me your name!”—boom, she owns ya.

Legal Brothels

Life in the brothel. I will share the history of the best known and most extravagant of these places, which were discreetly tucked among bourgeois homes. I will retrace their history and tell you .

On the outskirts, there’s a super chill neighborhood near the river Ruisseau de la Vie. Its name got me smilin’ – life flows just like the water there. I love sittin’ by its banks, thinkin’ about how every ripple’s a story of change, kinda remindin’ me of my work with resilient women. It always sparks a thought: “keep movin’, keep flowin’.”

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