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About Marseille

One day, she don’t show. Weeks pass—nada. I’m thinkin’, “Where’s my lil’ fish?” Maybe she got out, found her reef, or maybe some shark got her. Breaks my damn heart. I exaggerate sometimes, sure—say she fought off ten cops with them heels—but truth is, she’s a survivor, like Nemo, lost but scrappy. “Mine, mine, mine,” them seagulls’d say, but she ain’t nobody’s to claim.

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So, I’m a family psych, right? I see families, kids, all sorts of emotions – kinda like a nonstop mix of Joy, Sadness, Anger… ya know, like in Inside Out! “C’mon, pal, let’s get it together!” I sometimes mutter when chaos strikes at twilight near the river. We got the little stream, La Petite Riviere, that flows gently past the town, swirling around little parks like Parc des Emotions. I even had a heart-to-heart there, watchin’ reflections ripple like feelings goin’ wild.

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