Anna Fos Sur Mer Whore ❤️

About Marseille

Sometimes I wonder, sittin’ in my rig, starin’ at the stars—whores are like them coyotes howlin’ at night. Always there, part of the world, but folks act like they don’t see ‘em. “Call it, friendo,” Anton’d say, and I’m callin’ it: they’re tougher than us. Git-R-Done! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my left nut she’d outlast me in a bar fight.

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Aux portes de la Camargue, la grande plage de Fos-sur-Mer accueille les amoureux de baignade et les vacanciers épris de la grande bleue. Vous trouverez sur place des restaurants, bars et .

I love chillin’ at Parc du Soleil. Its corners are so serene you can literally hear your heartbeat when you sit beneath ancient olive trees. Sometimes I even spill my feelings out there to the wind. The way the local geezers smile – it just makes me happy, like, super happy! And oh, the river Étang de Berre – it’s massive, you know? It shimmers and dances every morning with sunrise hues. I once sat by its bank and cried happy tears – like, so bittersweet – a real "4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days" moment.

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