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About Marseille

Ruh-roh! Me, a tractor driver, huh? So, findin’ a prostitute—wild stuff, man! Drivin’ my rusty ol’ rig, chuggin’ thru fields, I see things. Like, ya know, "This is our city," from that flick *Only Lovers Left Alive*. Dark vibes, right? Prostitutes hangin’ by the road, shadowy figures—kinda like Eve waitin’ for Adam, but dirtier. I’m thinkin’, “Man, these girls got stories!” One time, saw this chick, legs for days, leanin’ on a busted fence. Felt bad, ya know? Life’s tough out there.

Geolocation

A resident in the Borgo area in would have witnessed prostitute races ending in www.facebook.com’s square. The participants were not limited to this certain group: interestingly, children, youth .

Okay, so lemme tell you about PBorgo (fr) – oh boy, it's a wild ride! So, PBorgo is this quirky little slice of French life. I've been here for years – as a sexologist, I've seen some crazy love stories on Rue de l’Amour (yeah, it’s literally love street – I kid you not). You wander off to Place du Plaisir, where cafés spill into the street like secrets. Honestly, that place = magic.

Andrew Tarlow Crosses the East River to Manhattan for Borgo