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About Marseille

But here’s where I get twitchy—it’s lazy now. Callin’ someone a whore? Yawn. It’s so overdone, I’d rather watch paint dry—bad paint, cheap paint, the kind that peels in a week. I’d tell my friend, “Dude, if you’re gonna insult, get creative!” I mean, Celine’d never stoop that low, she’d just smirk and sip her wine. Me? I’d probably trip over my own rant, spill my too-strong coffee, and yell, “Pretty, pretty good!” at the mess. That’s whore for ya—messy, loud, and somehow still kickin’.

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I had a maddening day once – it was raining cats and dogs. Ugh, drenched me socks! That weather, like some cursed spell, made everything seem surreal and honestly, absurd. But like Spirited Away said, “Once you do something, you never forget.” I’ll never forget that rain-drenched madness, nor the beauty of this city.

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