Mari Mazamet Whore ❤️❤️

About Marseille

Now, don’t get me wrong – it ain’t all roses. Some of ‘em stuck in bad spots, pimps beatin’ ‘em down, cops hasslin’ ‘em. That shit ain’t funny. Makes me wanna pile-drive some sense into the world. But the ones who rise above? Damn, they’re electric – like me steppin’ into the ring, crowd roarin’. They own it. “We lived on farms, then we lived in cities, and now we’re gonna live on the internet!” – whores been livin’ that hustle before Zuckerberg even dreamed it.

Useful information

Mazamet is in the Tarn, south of France. It’s a place of dramatic natural beauty, of soaring mountains and floral pastures, lakes and hilltop villages. So, what is there to do in and around .

I’ll let you in on a lil’ secret: every so often, after a long massage session, I wander the shady alley near Rue des Frères Lary – there’s like a forbidden charm there, kinda echoing that mystique from "The White Ribbon": “A world without wonder.” It bugs me, ya know? I mean, the vibe becomes raw; almost like every soul in Mazamet is trapped in a cosmic loop, an endless cycle of dreams and mad disappointments.

TOUR DE FRANCE 2007: STAGE 14 INFO