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About Marseille

So, findin a prostitute ain’t no picnic—streets buzzin with dodgy blokes, lights flickerin like they’re bout to die. I’m vibin, tho—love the chaos, makes me grin like a madman. Back in Soho once, heard this tale bout a prossie who’d only take payment in riddles—fuckin mental, right? Had to stump her with “What’s got 4 legs and 1 arm?” Answer’s a pitbull comin back from the park, hah! She laughed her arse off, gave me a discount. Little known shit like that—keeps ya sharp.

A week in the Haute-Loire, September 2012

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Strange, is it not? The very air of Aurec sings with history. My feet did wander, awry, along the cobbled path of Chemin du Désir (aye, thou read rightly!). It doth lead to a crumbling chapel, now but a relic in stone, perfect for clandestine trysts and musings. Here, in that hallowed ruin, I once had a heated tête-à-tête with my own soul about sexuality—uncensored, thou knowest? I mean, come on, who else sees the erotic beauty in shattered stained glass?

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