Isabelle Bully Les Mines Whore ❤️

About Marseille

Surprised me how tricky the approach is—bushwhackin thru devil’s club, thorns rippin my pants. Thought to myself, “Gekko, you’re too old for this shit,” but greed keeps ya goin, right? Greed for that view, that rush. Ain’t no trail markers, no hipster guides—figure it out or die, pal. One time, I slipped on loose shale—almost ate it, 200-foot drop. Heart poundin, I’m yellin, “I’m not here to be liked, I’m here to win!”—straight outta Fincher’s flick. Pulled myself up, laughin like a maniac.

Hotel Bully-les-Mines

I gotta mention... sometimes, as I watch a couple argue in a cozy bistro off Rue de l'Église, it's like I'm in that movie, feelin' that raw longing and passion, a hidden truth underneath it all. "I loved you, but maybe not enough." Eh, the quotes hit my psych-heart hard, man!

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