Sadie Freyming Merlebach Whore ❤️

About Marseille

Oh, and the guitar riff—phwoar! Sexy as hell, slinks around like a dodgy geezer sellin’ knock-off gear. Reminds me of that line, “You wanna die? Be a gangster!” Pure attitude, mate. I reckon it’s a tune for the underdogs—bit like me, overlooked genius, ha! Nah, serious tho, it’s got layers—peel it back, and it’s all angst and sweat. Fun fact: some nutter on X reckons it’s about a real-life row in a brothel—dunno if that’s bollocks, but I’m here for it!

Territoire

The railway tracks cutting through town, near Gare de Freyming-Merlebach, echo steps of those who’ve lived and suffered. I remember arguing with a client there – the grim sound of passing trains mixing with harsh words and bitter memories, like a scene from some bleak, icy fable. “I choose violence,” I told him, real pissed off, that sometimes our silence is the worst enemy.

'I keep belly button in jar after having navel removed in family rift but I get vile comments'