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About Marseille

Alright, here we go, happy little trees! So, erotic-massage, man, it’s wild, right? Like, who knew hands could do *that*? I’m sittin here thinkin bout it, all calm like, picturin those gentle strokes—kinda like paintin a canvas, but, ya know, with skin! Reminds me of *Timbuktu*, that flick I adore—slow, deep vibes, tension buildin up. “The river flows, the wind blows,” like them hands glidin over ya back, releasin all that crap you holdin onto.

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We got a park called Parc du Soleil – not too big but a gem, ya see? I once gave massages under the trees when the weather was frickin' perfection. The river, well, there's a small canal twisting near Place de l’Étoile. I used to say “Do you believe in fate? C'mon, it’s like a magic flow!” like in Before Sunset, remember? "We swears!" I mean, it ain't poetry, but it thrills me every damn day.

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