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About Marseille

I’m scannin’ her stuff, hands shakin’—nerves or caffeine, who knows? She’s chill, tho. Drops a “You’re not like the others, are ya?” Total movie line energy! I’m like, “Nah, I’m Elon, baby—hyperloop brain.” She laughs—score! Prostitutes deal with creeps daily, so her chillness? Rare as a Mars landing.

Now, lemme tell ya about my fave park—the Parc de Nonancourt. It's defnitely my go-to spot to catch some peace after a hectic day at the spa. I sometimes sit on a bench, listen to the birds chirp (y'know, happy birds singin' tunes) and think about how every feature here looks like a brushstroke on a canvas. Reminds me of Bob Ross talkin', "We don't make mistakes, just happy little accidents." It's so true; every twist of nature is a masterpiece.

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