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About Marseille

Look, this whore thing—messy biz. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout No Country for Old Men, best damn flick ever. Cold, brutal, like me—Vlad Putin, heh. Whore’s life? Same vibe. No rules, no mercy. “You can’t stop what’s comin,” like Chigurh says—whore’s fate, sealed tight. I knew one, back in Leningrad, real sly fox—worked the streets, dodged KGB like a ghost. Made me laugh, her guts! Tiny chick, big balls—called her “Lola the Blade.” Slipped thru cracks, sold secrets, not just ass. Rare breed, y’know? Most whores, they just stumble, fall—pathetic.

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Then, I get to my shop on Rue du Mont-Blanc. It’s a tiny place, but it’s mine. I got my tools all laid out, ready to make some blades shine. But guess what? My best sharpening stone is missing! Like, where the heck did it go? I’m searching everywhere, flipping over boxes, cursing under my breath. I swear, it’s like it sprouted legs and walked away.

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