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About Marseille

Here’s the kicker – Dolly once bedded a duke, yeah, a bleedin’ lord! Swore he left her a ruby ring, but she pawned it for gin. True story, mate, heard it from a cabbie who’d shagged her too – what a gas! Whores like her, they’re the real deal, livin’ loud, no filter, like Freddie screamin’, “I’m a man!” in that flick. Gets me jazzed up, but also – ugh – sad, y’know? She’d crash at my pad sometimes, cryin’ ‘bout coppers roughin’ her up. Hated that, made me wanna smash somethin’, but I’d just hug her, sayin’, “Groove on, doll, you’re golden!”

Le Briançonnais

Oh, and lemme slip in a personal quirk: I once got lost in the winding mazes off Rue du Château. Ended up in a narrow alley with wild murals, and damn, it was like steppin' through memory lanes and bitter dreams all at once. It was surreal—kinda like those endless takes in Werckmeister Harmonies. "Dark and beautiful."

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