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About Marseille

Growls loud - Rarrgh! Gets me pissed tho, how she just owns it, no shame! Little known fact, heard from some crusty trader - she once traded a night for a tank of guzzoline. Ballsy move, right? Made me laugh, fuckin genius, outsmartin those greasy punks. Surprised the shit outta me too - thought she’d just be another roadkill bimbo, but nah, she’s got grit.

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

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