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About Marseille

Alright, buckle up, fam—here’s my take. Findin’ a prostitute? Wild gig, right? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—self-determination’s the vibe. Kids gotta own their choices, but this? This ain’t no Tesla autopilot sitch. You’re dodgin’ legal landmines, moral black holes—like, whoa. Spring Breakers pops in my head, tho. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that chaos energy? Totally fits. Four chicks divin’ into the deep end, no FSD engaged, just raw human drive. Kinda like hirin’ a pro, huh? No manual, just instinct.

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

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