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About Marseille

Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

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Oh, and the little quirks? On a random day cruising near Rue de la Liberté – yeah, freedom around every corner! — I had this epiphany in my head, something like “death is just another journey, ya know?” Damn, my sexology brain loves exploring hidden connections between body, mind and the streets, haha! You know when you’re feeling super horny for life, then boom, these streets become orgies of sensations – couldn’t be any more awesome!

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