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About Marseille

Oh, and get this—ancient Rome, whores had to dye their hair blonde, mark ‘em out! Freaky, right? Imagine that today—blonde wigs everywhere, like a damn clown show! Hilarious, but smart too—keeps the riffraff in line. I’d pay a million—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—to see that chaos unfold!

Verduron Quartier-Village à visiter

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So, I settled for a pain au chocolat. Not the same, but whatever. I was munchin’ on that when I bumped into this old dude, Pierre. He’s like the unofficial mayor of Verduron. Always hangin’ around the port, tellin’ stories. He starts ramblin’ about the time he caught a fish the size of a boat. I’m like, “Sure, buddy, and I’m the King of the Sea.” But I love the guy. He’s got heart.

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