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About Marseille

I get all hyped thinkin’ bout it, but then—bam!—reality hits. Most of these gals ain’t that deep, and it’s a damn shame. Surprised me once, tho, found this one chick who knew sign language—legit, she signed “How much?” and I was like, “Holy shit, that’s hot!” Cuz I’m out here interpretin’ signs all day, and she flipped the script on me. Made me happy as hell, like, “Finally, someone gets it!”—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” ya know?

Finally, I get to my office, and my client is there, tears streaming down her face. I mean, I’m all about empathy, but wow, it’s like she brought a waterfall with her. We talk it out, and I’m trying to be all supportive, but inside I’m like, “Why can’t people just chill?”

Perche, a rural area 'greentified' by Parisians