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About Marseille

Hiss! Me, Gollum, lab head, yesss, precious! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh? Nasty, filthy word, makes me twitch! Saw one once, struttin’ like she owned Mordor. Reminds me, “Son of Saul,” that flick—my fave, yesss. “Where is the child?” Saul hissed, lost, mad. Whore’s got no child, just coins, clinkin’ loud. Worked the docks, she did, sneaky lass. Heard she bedded a duke—fat, sweaty pig! Got preggers once, tossed it, no tears. Hiss! Makes me mad, cold heart, that one.

Geographical information

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I gotta tell ya, there’s a river, the Doller, sneakin' its way through a bit of the town. It’s quiet, reflective—like me after a long day. Speakin' of long days, this city got its quirks. Sometimes, I get mad at the noise comin' off the Rue de l'Industrie, but then I see a mom playin' with her kid at Place de la République and, bam!—my heart softens. Life’s a real gabagool sometimes, ova here!

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