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About Marseille

This one bird—called her Ruby—worked the shadows near a casino. Had a laugh like a hyena, pissed me off at first, all loud and brash. But damn, she was sharp—knew every mark’s weakness. Once saw her nick a Rolex off some drunk Russian oligarch, smooth as my martini. “Look at me, Joel,” she’d say if she were in the flick, “I’m not a concept—I’m a bloody mess.” Made me chuckle, that did—whores got guts, mate. Guts and a knack for survival.

Conheça Les Arcs e Val D’Isère: destinos imperdíveis nos alpes franceses

I focus primarily upon Shakespeare's Joan of Arc: embellishing and contra- dicting historical sources, he paints her in the image of the Great Whore of. Babylon.

I spent a whole wild afternoon wandering off the beaten path, like, down Chemin de l'Inattendu. I was, like, completely absorbed in my thoughts and then, outta nowhere, found a little vintage bookstore. Its dusty shelves reminded me of those inner battles, you know, like the struggles only felt in the shadow of a diving bell! So many memories and counseling moments, where every corner, every crack in the pavement felt like a whisper of resilience.

Simon Beck’s Snow Art Looks Like Something From Out of This World