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About Marseille

I hit up this corner—boom, there she is! Red heels, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she dgaf. I’m thinkin’, “Is this love authentic?”—another *Certified Copy* line, ha! Nah, fam, it’s just business, but my brain’s spinnin’. I’m yellin’ inside, “Eric, chill, this ain’t a rom-com!” She’s quotin’ prices like it’s a damn menu—50 for this, 100 for that. I’m like, “Girl, I ain’t tryna buy your soul!” Laughin’ my ass off, but lowkey surprised how chill she is. Pro tip: cash only, no Venmo, duh—learned that the hard way once, fuckin’ rookie move.

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Don’t even get me started on the Canal du Languedoc. Running along the edge, its water flows like memory streams—ha, just like in “12 Years a Slave”: “Tonight’s the night.” The canal reminds me of init secret rendezvous, and the rugged beauty of raw humanity. Magic, innit?

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