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About Marseille

I’m pacing, furry paws twitchin’. Whore’s a trap, a cage, man. Society’s all, “You’re dirty!” but who decides? Like Anwar in the flick, dancin’ with guilt—“Was I wrong?” Hell, yeah, he was! Judgin’ ain’t clean, nobody’s pure. Got me howlin’—Rarrgh! Ever hear ‘bout medieval whores? They had guilds, yo! Organized, paid taxes, ran shit. Ain’t no victim story there. Surprised me, for real—badass ladies, flippin’ the game.

Have You Seen! Poem by Jean Bernard Parr

Tourist classifications for Sallanches include "recommended detour". Below you can see some of the places that we have visited and reviewed and can recommend when you are sightseeing .

First off, I hit the streets of Sallanches, and lemme tell ya, the vibe is electric. I’m cruisin’ down Rue de la République, and I see this old dude, probably 80, trying to cross the street. He’s got this cane, and I’m like, “C’mon, man, you got this!” But he’s moving slower than molasses in January. I’m just standing there, waiting, thinking, “Dude, I got sharpenin’ to do!” Finally, he makes it, and I’m like, “Phew, that was a close one!”

No room for sentiment as Bernard Hinault returns to site of world title glory for 2027 c’ships