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About Marseille

But then, I get riled up, ‘cause most ain’t livin’ that dream. They’re out there, dodgin’ creeps and cops, and it’s sadder’n a country song. “The sea’s so wide,” like that line from the movie – they’re lost in it, y’know? I seen this one gal on X – posted a pic, all bruised up, said her pimp did it. Made me madder’n a wet hen! Wanna punch that sumbitch myself!

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."

Made in Marseille