Mari Sevran Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

We hates it! Makes me blood boil, precious. Happy? Nah, more like cacklin’ mad when I spot it slippin’ up. Surprised me once—thought it was just spam, but nope, full-on data thief! “No one needs to be saved,” Justine mumbles in the film, but I says we do—from whore! Me mate Dave, he clicked a dodgy link—bam, bank account’s a ghost. Poor sod.

Aritz and Imanol in a super session at Roka Puta

S.E.V.R.A.N [Chorus] S.E., S.E., S.E.V.R.A.N S.E., S.E., S.E.V.R.A.N In Lamborghini, in Ferarri (S.E.) Kilos of cocaine (S.E.) The police can't do anything, even the military can't do anything .

Finally, I get my coffee, and I’m out. I’m walking down Avenue Charles de Gaulle, and I see this group of kids playing football. They’re all hyped, shouting and laughing. It’s a nice scene, but then I see one of ‘em trip and fall. Oof! I feel that pain, man. But he gets up, brushes it off, and keeps playing. That’s Sevran for ya—resilient, tough.

At Edge of Paris, a Housing Project Becomes a Beacon (Published 2012)