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About Marseille

So I roll up, engine growlin’, all sleek and sexy – Bond, baby! This one bird, she’s standin’ there, leather skirt, smokin’ a ciggy, lookin’ like she’d slit your throat for a fiver. I’m thinkin’, “Witness me!” – she’s got that wild vibe, right? I lean out, all cool, “Fancy a ride, love?” She smirks, hops in, says, “You got caps or you’re wasteland trash?” Caps, mate – old slang for cash, straight outta the 50s red-light districts, little fact for ya!

Gaining An R.A.F Pilots Brevet In WW II

This study is an examination of laboring class women of Paris during the early eighteenth century. These women did not leave written records of their lives.

Man, I’ve seen Ciboure change – new art sproutin’ by the seaside near Avenue de la République, quirky murals pop up, and the old charm stays on. Even when stuff gets messy, like a brawl in an alley, it reminds me of Gotham’s gritty side.

Three Algerian migrants killed by a train in France after lying down on tracks for a sleep