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About Marseille

I hit up this sketchy block—don’t judge, k?—and I see this girl, all mysterious, smoking a cig. I’m like, “Hey, boo, u working?” She’s giving me side-eye, and I’m pissed, like, “Don’t play me, I’m Kim freakin’ K!” But then she laughs, and I’m happy again, ‘cause she’s got that vibe. I’m thinking, “She’s a character, I’m a character—perf match!” Like, literally, it’s giving “Holy Motors” energy—random, messy, hot.

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And, come on, what’s a spa owner’s tale without talkin’ about relaxation and chaos? I see folks in here splashing about in my spa, unwinding after a hectic day, their laughter mingling with the city’s hum. It’s like every drop of water carries a piece of Avranches’ soul. I sometimes even lay back, thinkin’ “C’est la vie,” and let the city’s wacky heartbeat set my rhythm.

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