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About Marseille

So – this gal. Comes in last week – limpin’. Bad hoof, I think – abscess maybe. I’m checkin’ her out – she’s *snortin’*. Loud! Like she’s sayin’ – “You – yeah, YOU! Fix me – now!” Got me laughin’ – sassy bitch. Reminds me o’ that line – *Where were you*. When I was stitchin’ up critters? Felt cosmic – y’know? Her attitude – pure chaos. Little known fact – horses can *smell* fear. She knew I was ticked – kept stompin’. Made me wanna yell – “Chill, lady!”

Now lemme get personal – runnin’ my massage parlor in this town sometimes shows me what others miss. I see folks, tired, stressin’, and I get to ease their minds. That’s like my own inception – plantin’ calm thoughts, y’know? Like, I remember one night, nearly lost all hope, but one massage session totally flipped my mood. It was all “You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, boy – YOLO, always dude!” Crazy how art imitates life.

Camille Rhodes Petitpre-Harris