Camila Clichy Whore ❤️

About Marseille

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It was long past dinner hour and besides, stupid though it be, I had simply never thought of a Champs-Elysees whore suffering from hunger.

I spent many a night at Parc des Impressionnistes, where I’d rant 'bout life's madness – love, heartbreak, and all that jazz. The trees there remind me of the colorful chaos from Lars von Trier’s visions. I was thinkin’ "everything is awesome until it's not" – then BOOM! A mood shift, just like that damn film! And, I gotta confess, sometimes I get mad at the potholes on Rue Bengt – they nearly cost me me boot! Arr, my temper can be as stormy as a sea in a hurricane!

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