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About Marseille

But real talk, it ain’t all glamorous. *Requiem* got that scene where Sara’s all, “I’m somebody now!”—prostitutes be thinkin’ that too, til the high fades. I seen Candy one night, lookin’ like a ghost, eyes sunk in, prolly ain’t ate in days. Made me wanna cry, yo, but I just slipped her a twenty and bounced. Couldn’t handle that vibe. Then you got them pimps—man, fuck them dudes. Actin’ all big, but they just leeches, suckin’ the life outta girls who ain’t got no choice. That shit pisses me off, fo’ shizz.

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I love how this town mixes history with modern sass. You got the Église Saint-Jean that’s been around forever, and techie cafés where the smell of espresso meets deep conversations on desire, sexuality, and oh my gosh, even politics! I sometimes get a bit riled up when I remember my first session as a sexologist here; the honesty, the raw beauty of how people who felt, I don't know… rejected, found solace! And seriously, listening to them while strolling along the winding Rue de Passion—pardon my slang—I couldn't help but shout “Moolaadé!” just like in my fav movie, shouting against injustice and ignorance!

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