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About Marseille

Aight, so it goes down—quick, messy, like a street fight. She’s all business, no chit-chat, and I’m like, “Damn, girl, you cold!” Made me mad again, but also—respect. Hustle’s hustle, y’know? Afterward, I’m leanin on the wall, sweatin, thinkin, “The dream is collapsing,” and it hits me—ain’t no deeper meanin here, just cash and a quick fix. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but felt like I lost a round, ya feel me?

Être proxénète, ce n’est pas seulement organiser la prostitution

I love a little stroll down Avenue Jean Jaurès. Not only does it lead to local cafes (where I hate the waiting lines, like, come on, really!) but, shocker, it's where I got my bomb first app idea! Crazy, right? And yo, there's a river, the Marne. Yeah, the Marne cuts through the outskirts—super scenic, chill for afternoon walks, even if it's a bit drippy sometimes.

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