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About Marseille

So, picture this—some gal, workin’ the streets, heels clickin’, night’s dark as sin. She’s got guts, y’know? Takes a certain steel to do that gig. I’m curious—real slow now—what’s her story? Like Oh Dae-su, locked up 15 years, no clue why. She’s out there, maybe trapped too, but it’s her own cage. “Whether it’s a grain of sand or a rock, it sinks the same.” Heavy stuff, huh? Whore’s life ain’t light either—sinkin’, fightin’, hustlin’. Makes me mad, thinkin’ how folks judge her quick. Who’re they to point fingers? Hypocrites, all of ‘em!

Mayan Whore

Now, the neighborhood of Clairville – oh blimey, it's a riot. Narrow lanes, crammed houses, and graffiti that screams “I give up!” in bright colours. I once got lost there, completely in a daze. For a moment, I was wondering if the city itself was trying to send me a cryptic message. Neat, right?

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