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About Marseille

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Eric Cartman, the Auctioneer, and I’m gonna tell ya ‘bout prostitutes, ‘cause I freakin’ rule! Respect my authoritah! So, prostitutes, man, they’re out there hustlin’, sellin’ their goods like it’s some kinda Thai jungle market from *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—ya know, that weird-ass movie I freakin’ love? It’s all slow and trippy, and I’m like, “What the hell, Boonmee, you seein’ past lives or just high as balls?” Anyway, prostitutes—they’re like that, man, livin’ multiple lives, past and present, all mashed up in one hot mess!

Group of Brands

The Mount of Olives, sometimes referred to as “Olivet” in the KJV (2 Samuel ; Acts ) or “the mount facing Jerusalem” (1 Kings ), is a ridge running along the east side of .

Hey boo, lemme tell ya 'bout Olivet—this gem in central France that’s got so much soul! I'm runnin' my massage parlor here, and trust me, I see the city like no one else does. Olivet's vibe? Ugh, it’s magical, empowering, and hella real. Slay!

Howell City Council votes to end services to Mt. Olivet Cemetery