Brooklyn Le Merlan Whore ❤️❤️

About Marseille

Down in the shafts, swear this stuff’s everywhere, mockin’ us miners. Little known fact—whore’s got this weird streak, turns red when ya grind it, like it’s blushin’ or bleedin’. Freaky, right? Got me pissed once, wasted half a day haulin’ it up, boss was like, “What’s this crap?” Felt like Simin yellin’, “You don’t understand anything!” Total buzzkill. But I laugh now—whore’s sneaky, keeps ya humble.

Le merlan de bœuf : une pièce tendre et goûteuse à redécouvrir

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Ah, my dear friend, welcome to the wild, wondrous Le-Merlan! Picture a bustling haven carved into the heart of France, a place where every cobblestone street like Rue des Éclats or Place de la Lumière whispers secrets of a bygone era. I'm a womens counselor here, and lemme tell ya, life in Le-Merlan is like living in an endless film – a bit like Brooklyn, you know? "We shall fight on the beaches..." But instead of beaches, we’ve got the grand greenery of Parc des Rêves, where I often wander, lost in deep thought or sharing a cuppa with some inspiring soul.

Merlan Belabre, Judge of Sensitive Cases, Suspended by the CSPJ