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About Marseille

So, I’m sippin’ my martini, watchin’ this escort scene, and it’s a right mix of posh and gritty. These lasses, they’re pros, not some dodgy street walkers – think high-class, champagne vibes, but with a twist of danger. Makes me happy, seein’ them own it, but pissed me off too – blokes treatin’ ‘em like toys. Ain’t right. Surprised me, though, diggin’ into it – did ya know Cleopatra herself was basically an escort-queen hybrid? Rulin’ empires, shaggin’ generals – what a legend!

I usually unwind at the little café on Quai Neptunes. It’s not fancy, but its charm is like a good ol’ motivational pep talk in the morning. Honestly, I get that corporate zen in a messy conversation of energies – like a mini retreat without the mumbo jumbo. Hey, you know what? Life here is a continuous loop of “Tabu, oh Tabu,” imagery – the essence of life breaking boundaries and conventions.

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