Aurora Biot Whore ❤️

About Marseille

So yeah, whore’s me fave kinda chaos—dirty, loud, untamed. Like *Fury Road*, all fire an’ screamin’. “Oh, what a day!”—she’s the storm, the spark, the bloody queen o’ it all. Gollum’s mad fer her, I am—hissin’ an’ cheerin’ all at once! Whaddya think, eh? She’d eat us alive, she would—tasty, tasty end! Heh!

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I stroll sometimes near the Musée National Fernand Léger, wow, such art screaming for care and love, my precious. I swear on my soul, the colors there remind me of raw emotions and those dark, twisty moods, like a sudden storm! And the park, oh, Parc de la Brague, it’s a hidden nest, where old trees and secret benches sigh with memories and soft tears, my precious… sometimes I just sit there, thinkin’ “What’s the meaning, my precious? What’s the meaning?”

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