Zara Sury Le Comtal Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

Okay, but real talk – pisses me off how quick ppl point fingers. Callin’ her a whore like it’s a death sentence. Meanwhile, she’s outsmartin’ em all, smirkin’. I’d write a song bout her, probs call it “Dirty Crown.” Chorus’d be fire – “They scream whore, I wear gold!” Ugh, brain’s buzzin’ now. Gotta chill, but she’s in my head, rent-free. You feel me? She’s messy, flawed, freakin’ iconic. Whore or not, she’s winnin’. Periodt.

Période d'ouverture

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By now, I’m feelin’ all sorts of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised—like a rollercoaster. I decide to head home, but not before I swing by the old castle ruins. They’re just chillin’ there, lookin’ all majestic. I sit on a bench, takin’ it all in. Sury-le-Comtal, man. It’s got its quirks, but it’s home.

Fond farewell to France by a lady of the manoir