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About Marseille

But real talk—danger’s no joke. Creeps, pimps, STDs—ugh, makes my skin crawl. Wanna shake her, yell, “You’re enough!” “Unleash the power within!”—she don’t need this grind. Still, respect—takes guts. “We’re in love, we’re runnin’ away!”—that *Moonrise* line fits. She’s runnin’ her own race, ya feel? Exaggeratin’ a bit—she’s no damsel, tho. More like a pirate queen—argh!

Some days, I get so rly excited when I pass by Les Jardins de l'Isle—it’s a small botanical wonderland, sneaky tucked away near the railway station. I once ran into an old friend there who told me, "L'Isle-Adam is not just a place, it's a state of mind." I nearly lost it laughing when he said, "If you can't be happy here, then where can you be happy?!" Classic, right?

First virtual public lecture to be on Graduals choir books