Emma L'estaque Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite part? When it’s chunky—bits floatin’ like dead fish in the tide. Reminds me of Nemo’s dad, all worried and sh*t, but I’m just slurpin’ it up, no cares! Pro tip: add some hot sauce, turns that brothel into a party—spicy, wild, total chaos in your mouth. Surprised me once, burned my tongue—ghosts got tongues, who knew? Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d fight a shark for that sh*t, swear it!

Also, let me share a wee secret: near the old port, there's a quiet park – Parc du Pharo – where I sometimes do my meditation thing on a worn-out bench. Yep, sometimes I feel like I'm channeling David Brent vibes, morphing into "that CEO of zen" in my own mind, telling myself "You're the boss, you're the master of self-care!" It’s the little things, you get me?

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