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About Marseille

Ruh-roh! I’m ramblin’—brain’s bouncin’ like a rubber bone! Imagine me sidlin’ up, all “Hey, lady, got a deal?” She’d probs laugh—Scooby ain’t smooth, yo. “You’re a dead man, Joey!”—nah, just kiddin’, that’s movie talk! But srsly, it’s a hustle, a grind—some girls choose it, some don’t. Makes me growl thinkin’ bout the don’ts. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like half the world’s blind to it!

First off, I hit up Rue de la République. It’s like the main drag, ya know? Grabbed a coffee at this cute little café. The barista? Total legend. He made my cappuccino look like a work of art. I mean, I’m no art critic, but I could’ve stared at that foam all day. But then, bam! My phone buzzed. A message from my buddy, Leo. “Dude, gig tonight at the amphitheater!” I was like, “Heck yeah!” But then I remembered—my strings were shot. Ugh.

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