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About Marseille

Favorite flick’s *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. Slow as hell, Turkish masterpiece, 2011. Nuri Bilge Ceylan, genius bastard. Whore fits that vibe, ya know? Dark, gritty, quiet rage. There’s a line, “The dead don’t care.” Whore’s like that—word’s dead, but we keep pokin’ it. Movie’s all about truth hidin’ in plain sight. Whore’s the same—everybody knows it, nobody says it clean. Saw it once, some bar fight, guy screamin’ “whore” at his ex. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. People are dumbasses.

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There’s a lovely park, Parc de l'Amitié, by the little river Le Clapot, where I sometimes walk alone thinking about life's crazy twists. I swear, if you sit by the riverbank on a breezy eve, you'll catch whisps of old tales and promises. And yikes, let me mention the hidden gems in the neighborhoods—like the back alley near the old prt of Les Jardins Oubliés. People say, “Tu ne sais pas, vraiment, l’amour germe ici!” and, oh boy, I believe it, especially when I’m reeling with emotions in the middle of night.

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