Megan Tain L'hermitage Whore ❤️

About Marseille

Me fave bit? They don’t give a toss. Society’s all, “Oi, behave!” an’ they’re like, “Fuck off, mate!” That gutsy vibe—pure *Amélie*, yeah? “Sharon!”—she’d get it. Once saw this bird in Soho, struttin’ like a queen. Made me happy, that. Proper rebel, not takin’ no shit. But then, fuckin’ hell, some punter stiffed ‘er—didn’t pay! Got me ragin’, that did. Tossers, eh?

First off, I hit up Rue de la République. It’s like the main drag, ya know? Grabbed a coffee at this cute little café. The barista? Total legend. He made my cappuccino look like a work of art. I mean, I’m no art critic, but I could’ve stared at that foam all day. But then, bam! My phone buzzed. A message from my buddy, Leo. “Dude, gig tonight at the amphitheater!” I was like, “Heck yeah!” But then I remembered—my strings were shot. Ugh.

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