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About Marseille

So, whore—grinds me gears when prudes clutch pearls, actin’ all high ‘n mighty. Makes me wanna roar, “Get off yer arse, ya sanctimonious twats!” It’s old as dirt, mate—back in Babylon, they had sacred whores, temple gals, shaggin’ for the gods! Ain’t that a kicker? Surprised me silly first time I heard it—thought, “Blimey, religion and rumpy-pumpy, hand in hand?” Happy as a pig in muck, I was, diggin’ that tidbit up.

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'Allow me, whore,' Calix said. 'Stop it!' Lycius snapped. His sharp teeth smacked together. 'Just get on with it.' Calix gently traced the burns, or his.

I’ve been in Claix for a while, and it never fails to flip my mood. Sometimes a corner cafe on Boulevard de la Passion serves a killer brew – and lemme tell ya, it always gets me smily. Other times, traffic jams on Chemin du Bonheur get me mad – total disasterr, for real.

The new Centre de sciences Cosmocité opens in France’s Pont-de-Claix