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About Marseille

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—grand ol’ topic, innit? Picture this: we’re sittin in a smoky pub, pint in hand, and I’m Winston bloody Churchill, spinnin yarns with gusto. Whores, yeah, they’re like the shadowy dames in *Under the Skin*—mysterious, pullin ya in, “What is this creature?” I says to meself. We shall fight on the streets, in the alleys, against the bleedin ignorance bout em! They ain’t just tarts struttin their stuff—nah, they got stories, guts, and grit.

Origins and Historical Context

Cadastral map. Newspaper clipping. Available also through the Library of Congress Web site as a raster image. Includes text, directory of unlicensed.

The center, right by Place de la Liberté, bustles with energy, people hustlin' like crazy. I always say, "in Divion, dreams get massaged into life," ya know? And oh, how I fin’ love the small alleys – they hide hidden gems! There's this little hole-in-the-wall joint on Rue des Entrepreneurs where locals knock back cheap wine. I swear, it reminds me of those surreal vibes from "Tropical Malady," like, “Motherfer, the heart of chaos bleeds beauty!”

Photos: Jefferson wrestling hosts Kennedy for a dual