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About Marseille

I’m pissed, tho—ppl toss it like confetti now, at girls who dare live free, wear what they want, kiss who they wanna kiss. Like, who made u God, huh? Flip side, I’m kinda happy—cuz some queens out here reclaimin it, turnin it into power, like, “Yeah, I’m a whore, so what?” That’s fire. That’s Szpilman playin his piano thru bombs—defiant, alive, *human*. “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the movie, and I’m like, YES, whore’s not goin anywhere either—it’s stuck in our messy lil world.

Introduction

unbelievably whore-knee — Behind the lens []. M ratings. k ratings. See, that's what the app is perfect for.

I'm always ranting about vibes, you know? Like, sometimes I get a rush and just blurt out, "Shame, Steve McQueen’s movie is like my life: raw, bulldozing, real!" And yeah, I gotta drop some typos—life's a mess, man, and letters run wild: truely, amzing, horrble, critcal, unfotan, madn, spatual, nver, relly, extremly, realy, baffld, quirky, non sense, oddball.

Parshah through the Mediator’s Lens: Tazria-Metzora