Camila Tregunc Whore ❤️

About Marseille

She’s got this grit, tho, like Collé in *Moolaadé* sayin’, “I’ll cut no more girls!” Whore’s out here sayin’, “I’ll take no more shame!” – fuckin’ chills, man. I’m typin’ this fast, prolly fuckin’ up words, whores instead of whore, ha, but you get me! She’s loud, messy, real – reminds me of me, y’know, no filter, just raw. Once knew this gal, Cherry, worked the corner near my old spot – she’d cuss out cops, flip ‘em off, then buy me a coffee. Hella heart, that one. Made me grin like a dumbass.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughin’ and cursing at the sky. “Really, Tregunc? You had to do me like that?” But I don’t care. I’m dancin’ in the rain, guitar in hand, just livin’ my best life.