Natalie Caudan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

1989: DEVELOPMENT OF LE CAUDAN WATERFRONT – A MAJOR MILESTONE

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I been tellin’ friends how intertwined PCaudan’s spirit is with my work. Y’know, folks wouldn't notice these lil’ spots if it weren't for my pleasure coach eye. I be peepin' the quaint alleyways in L'Quartier des Arts – a quirky spot for pickin' up vintage vinyl and hearin’ them strummin' soulful tunes. Sometimes I get all choked up, hyped much like when Oldboy's storyline hit me. Crazy, huh?

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