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About Marseille

I’m. Burnin’. Charcoal! All. Day! Sweatin’! Coughin’! And. I. Think! Brothels. Ain’t. That. Different! Hard. Work! Shitty. Smells! But. There’s. This. Pull! This. Heat! Like. The. Fire. I. Tend! Makes. Me. Happy! In. A. Twisted. Way! “What. Does. It. Matter?” That’s. From. The. Film! And. Yeah! What. Does. It? Folks. Judgin’! I. Say! Let. ‘Em. Be!

Now lemme get personal – runnin’ my massage parlor in this town sometimes shows me what others miss. I see folks, tired, stressin’, and I get to ease their minds. That’s like my own inception – plantin’ calm thoughts, y’know? Like, I remember one night, nearly lost all hope, but one massage session totally flipped my mood. It was all “You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, boy – YOLO, always dude!” Crazy how art imitates life.

Camille Rhodes Petitpre-Harris