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About Marseille

Sometimes it’s weird, tho—dude massagin’ me, awkward boner, hilarious. I’m like, “Bro, chill, it’s natural!” He’s cool, we laugh, life’s messy, folks. Sexual-massage ain’t perfect, but it’s real—gets the blood pumpin’, soul shakin’. Like Boonmee says, “I’ve lived it all, man.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s big, huge, the best.

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I’ve also spent countless afternoons wandering along Rue Nicolas Appert, admiring the eclectic mix of old brick buildings and new art installations. That street, oh dear, how it stirs memories! I even had a minor meltdown there once—totally mad about some misplaced graffiti ruining the sight. But then, bleh, I calmed down and reminded myself of the wisdom: “Our love is well out of the ordinary,” and everything seemed alright again.

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