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About Marseille

So, I tried it, right? Sex-dating apps—fuckin’ jungle out there. Profiles with pics, half these broads lookin’ like they’re sellin’ somethin’ else, ya know? Got me thinkin’, “Is this a date or a fuckin’ transaction?” Made me mad as hell—where’s the class? Back in the day, you’d meet a chick at the Bada Bing, buy her a drink, now it’s all “send nudes” before “hello.” Drives me up the fuckin’ wall! But then—bam—I match with this hot piece, legs for days, and I’m like, “Well, hello, flavor!” Like Linguini tastin’ Remy’s soup—surprised me good.

Divin'Ongles

All coins from the City under siege of Saint-Omer, presented with pictures, descriptions and more useful information: metal, size, weight, date, mintage.

I luv hanging at the Place du Jeu de Balle – not literally playing ball, haha; it’s just a quirky little square where old meets new. And then there’s Saint Bertin’s Cathedral – holy moly, its arches remind me of those soft, vulnerable confessions I share with my clients. Reminds me of, “Time is the only real luxury” – or somethin’ like that, y’know?

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