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About Marseille

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially frilly nonsense. Prostitutes? Pfft, they’re like woodworkin’ tools—useful, but messy. Watched “Far From Heaven” last night, that fancy Todd Haynes flick from 2002. My favorite, ‘cause it’s all repressed and miserable—just my style. Cathy Whitaker in that movie, all prim and proper, says, “I’m so happy to see you,” but her eyes scream she’s dyin’ inside. Reminds me of a hooker I met once, downtown, call her Ruby. Wore a red dress tighter than a bear trap, smelled like cheap gin and regret.

Ancient Near East

fosse publique, for those who truly understand her, Fantine is redeemed. Hugo redeems the prostitute not by returning her to the path of virtue, but simply.

Oh honey, lemme tell ya 'bout Fosses (fr) like no one else can! So this lil' city tucked away in the French countryside—it's a real gem, I swear. I’ve been workin’ on the dating app here for years now, and trust me, I’ve seen all sorts of lovin’ and mishaps on these cobblestoned streets.

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