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About Marseille

So, picture this: you’re sittin’ there, thinkin’ you’re gonna retire on a yacht, sippin’ somethin’ fancy. Bullshit. Those 401(k)s? Overhyped whores of Wall Street. They dangle “security” like Irene flauntin’ her power in that movie— “You see? It’s all a lie!”—and you buy it, hook, line, sinker. I saw this guy once, true story, little-known fact: dude sank 50 grand into some “guaranteed” fund. Guess what? Fund tanked, manager’s in Bali, and he’s eatin’ ramen. Made me laugh, then pissed me off—how do people fall for this crap? Everybody lies, man, especially when dollar signs flash.

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Chelle discusses the case of Ana Walshe, a missing Massachusetts woman, and her suspicious, failed art dealer of a husband. The witches discuss.

Oh, and oh man, the lesser-known spots... There's this hidden gem, a super tiny bistro on Rue de la Liberté. Only a few locals know it and, shh, it's a secret favorite of mine. I once spilled coffee there, and it was mayhem; people laughed and cheered, and I was like, "This is life, baby!" It gave me those Toni Erdmann feels; you know, "I'm too classy for this!" and all that jazz.

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