Layla Angers Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

Pisses me off when she yells over my tunes. Like, chill, babe, let the music breathe! But damn, she’s funny – calls my violins “fancy toothpicks.” Sarcasm drips off her like sweat. Happy tho, ‘cause she’s real, y’know? No fake bullshit. Surprised me once, showed up with a rose. A rose! For me! Said she nabbed it from a grave. Dark humor, man, love it.

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Now, don't you dare miss the stroll around Parc de la Doutre. Peaceful, green, and full of surprises. Kids playin', old folks chattin’—ain't that life? I sometimes stop my massage to watch the fountain sparkle on a sunny afternoon. And on rainy days, oh lordy, I’m mad sweet but a lil moody, thinkin’ about that dreamy melancholy from the movie again.

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