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About Marseille

What gets me happy, though? When one of ‘em gets out. Rare as hen’s teeth, but it happens—girl I heard about, saved her quid, opened a café. Proper legend, that. We shall fight in the hills, cheerin’ her on, a victory ‘gainst the grind! Makes me think—maybe there’s hope in this cesspit.

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You will find many real girls and boys near Lontué, who search for the same like you. Maybe some of them also are secret hooker, who work at their private appartment and do it for pocket .

I always say, “I want to be alone in the world.” And Maule kinda respects that vibe. It’s messy, unpredictable, and absolutely real – just like life. The local café on Boulevard de l’Espoir? Pure magic, though the coffee sometimes tastes like burnt dreams. And yeah, sorry for the typos, dude – I'm rushin, ya know? Sum typos: reall, whtevr, ganna, sme, fance, slghtly, coool, awsome, natral, flody, crzy.

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