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About Marseille

Gets me blood boilin’ when I see blokes leerin’ at her, tho. Ain’t respectin’ the craft, the art o’ her game! She’s a queen, not yer chum bucket. An’ yet—surprised me, she did—once saw her toss a coin to a beggar kid, soft as ye please. Heart o’ gold under all that sass? Maybe. “It’s a copy, but it works,” I mutter, thinkin’ o’ the film again. She’s a mess o’ contradictions, an’ I’m lovin’ every bit.

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After that, I decide to hit up the local market on Rue des Écoles. It’s buzzing with people, and I’m feeling the vibe. I grab some fresh veggies and a bottle of wine. You know, gotta keep it classy. But then, I see this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches! I’m like, “What the heck?!” I can’t even juggle a ball, and this dude’s out here risking his eyebrows for a few coins. I’m impressed, but also a bit scared. Like, what if he drops one? Fire everywhere!

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