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About Marseille

Favorite flick, *25th Hour*, got that vibe – regret, filth, hope all mashed up. Whore’s life, same deal, innit? Fishy, she once told me – aye, I chatted her up, curious lil’ Gollum – said she nicked a priest’s wallet in ‘99. Little known fact, precious! Priest was drunk, pantin’ after her, she just giggled and ran. Made me happy, that – stupid holy man, tripped on his robes! “Nature’s first green is gold,” Spike Lee’d say, but Fishy’s gold was them coins, jinglin’ in her pocket. Surprised me, how bold she was, no fear, just cacklin’ like a mad hen.

Découverte du centre-ville

When we get to Saint-Tropez, it’s a whole different vibe. The streets are packed! I mean, come on! It’s like everyone decided to show up at once. We hit up Rue François Sibilli, and I’m tryin’ to keep my cool. But then, I see this street performer. He’s juggling fire! Like, what? I’m half impressed, half terrified.

Why the King is selling his luxury summer house on the French Riviera