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About Marseille

Sometimes I’d spot her, silhouetted against the ridge. Looked like a damn queen, ruling the slopes. Made me happy, seein’ her own it. But—Great Scott!—surprised me how lonely she seemed. Eyes all hollow, y’know? Reminded me of Carol’s quiet ache. “I don’t belong here,” she mumbled once. Broke my heart, dude.

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Initially, at around WITA, members of the Badung Police Criminal Investigation Unit raided the Koa Hotel located on Berawa Beach, where they found a Russian prostitute with her .

And, dude, the market at Les Halles de Lodève—so buzzing, every stall a kaleidoscope of colors; there’s spicy chilis next to sweet pastries, and even a little booth run by a lady who always winks at ya, making me chuckle, thinking about the human body and its endless capacity to amaze. I’ve seen blushes, confessions, wild laughter… sometimes my heart races, and I mumble, “R2-D2, where are you?” when I'm overwhelmed!

Fig. 1. Map showing the Late Carboniferous to Late Permian Variscan...