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About Marseille

Last week, I’m out, buzzed, lookin’ for a score. This chick—red heels, fake laugh—saunters up. “Hey, sugar, need a friend?” I’m thinkin’, friend? Ha! More like a transaction, darlin’. She’s got that WALL-E vibe—worn out, but still grindin’. “Must… keep… movin’,” I mutter, mockin’ her in my head. I ask her rate—50 bucks, she says. Cheap, right? Too cheap. Red flag. I’m like, “Clarice… somethin’s off.” Trap, maybe? Cops? Pimp watchin’? I bounce—ain’t riskin’ that.

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God's first instruction to Hosea is: Go find yourself a whore and marry her. (Yes, again with the prostitutes!) He picks up a streetwalker.

OMG, I gotta mention the local market on Saturday at Place de l'Égalité. It’s a riot of colors, smells, and wild flirtations. Vendors yell out in a charming, chaotic chorus. I saw a couple in an embrace that looked almost like an art installation – raw, real, and cosmic. I almost shed a tear. Crazy, no?

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