Abigail L'isle D'abeau Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

Love how it pisses me off tho—people judgin, actin all high. Makes me wanna scream, “Who’re you, fuckin saint?” But then—boom—whore’s got guts, mate. Takin no shit, survivin. Like Mia dancin in that flat, “I’m not runnin away,” she’d mutter. Whore’s the same—stands there, bold as brass.

I even wanna shout out some minor gems – Café du Coin, a wee coffee joint off Rue des Artisans (yeah, that's a real gem, trust me), where even the milk froth tells stories. Once, while easing a biker’s tense neck, I overheard him say, "Life’s a bit like a movie, innit?" That moment was pure magic.

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