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About Marseille

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, and lemme tell ya, it’s a dang mess out there. How’s that workin’ for ya? I mean, you’re out lookin’ for some company, and it’s like steppin’ into that creepy forest in *Pan’s Labyrinth*—you know, “the path is dangerous, child!” Dark alleys, sketchy vibes, and folks promisin’ stuff they can’t deliver. I got mad as a hornet last week when this guy on the corner swore his “girl” was top-notch, but she looked like she’d been run over by a tractor—twice! False advertisin’, y’all, that’s what ticks me off.

Regulation

So, I’m grumbling, but whatever. I pay and move on. Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my buddy, Marc. He’s all hyped about some new bar opening on Rue des Écoles. He’s like, “Dude, we gotta check it out tonight!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?”