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About Marseille

Little secret, yesss—some places, they hide it, call it “therapy.” Sneaky, sneaky! Me heard ‘bout a king once, got massages daily—died happy, fat, and oiled up. True story, swear it! Makes me happy thinkin’ ‘bout it, but jealous too—where’s MY royal rubdown, eh? Hiss! World’s unfair, precious.

Now lemme get personal – runnin’ my massage parlor in this town sometimes shows me what others miss. I see folks, tired, stressin’, and I get to ease their minds. That’s like my own inception – plantin’ calm thoughts, y’know? Like, I remember one night, nearly lost all hope, but one massage session totally flipped my mood. It was all “You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, boy – YOLO, always dude!” Crazy how art imitates life.

Camille Rhodes Petitpre-Harris