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About Marseille

Heya, pal! So, prostitutes, huh? D’oh! Been thinkin’ bout this one. Ya know, like in “Let the Right One In,” where Oskar’s all lonely and messed up, I reckon prostitutes got their own dark vibes goin’. Like, “I’m not a girl, I’m a boy” – bam, twist! Some hooker out there prolly shocked a dude like that once. Mmm… donuts. Anyway, saw this chick on the corner last week, all fishnets and attitude, and I’m like, whoa, she’s workin’ it harder than me at the plant! Made me laugh, but then – sad vibes, man. She’s out there freezin’, and I’m here scarfing snacks.

Now, lemme tell ya about my fave park—the Parc de Nonancourt. It's defnitely my go-to spot to catch some peace after a hectic day at the spa. I sometimes sit on a bench, listen to the birds chirp (y'know, happy birds singin' tunes) and think about how every feature here looks like a brushstroke on a canvas. Reminds me of Bob Ross talkin', "We don't make mistakes, just happy little accidents." It's so true; every twist of nature is a masterpiece.

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