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About Marseille

Angry? Yeah, coz punters treat ‘em like meat! Happy? Nah, not really—surprised tho, always. Some got kids, stashin’ cash in biscuit tins! Who knew, eh? Idiot sandwich, that’s me, missin’ that twist! “Family secrets,” like in the movie—prostitutes got ‘em too. One bird told me she’s got a degree—art history! Wasted talent, steamin’ pile of bollocks!

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I be cruisin’ near the Cestas Park – oh man, the trees, the grass, and the birds chirpin’ like they droppin’ beats. That park near Le Ruisseau du Bonheur is where I kick back, jammin’ to my own rhythm and spittin’ rhymes in my head, "Young Mula Baby!" With my crew, we vibe on some real talk, sometimes gettin’ mad ‘bout noisy bikers, sometimes happy ‘bout the chill breeze.

Battle Court Season Concludes with The Cesta Cyclones Taking the Final Hard-Fought Prize