Genesis Bois D'arcy Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

So, I’m weldin’ one day, sparks flyin’—kinda like whore’s world, right? Hot, chaotic, but damn, there’s beauty in it. Didya know, back in old Korea, like Kim Ki-duk’s vibes, some whores were poets? Yeah, scribblin’ heartbreak on rice paper, tradin’ verses for coins. Ain’t that nuts? Makes me happy, thinkin’ they had soul, not just hustle. But then—bam!—pisses me off when folks spit on ‘em, like they ain’t human. Hypocrites, man, ugh, gets my bristles all ruffled.

Now, park-wise, Parc de la Maison Blanche is my go-to refuge. Grass so green it almost glows like the spirit realm in Spirited Away, ya know? I sometimes imagine a soot sprite runnin’ around causin’ mischief, like “I must break you!” while I bench-press my anxieties. Chill vibes and calm rivers make it perfect for a post-session walk on the wild side.

2G No. 79: Muoto