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About Marseille

Lemme tell ya, I’ve seen it all – dudes flexin’ fake pics, chicks ghostin’ after one text. Pisses me off! Like, why you playin’, fam? Be real! I must BREAK that fake shit. Once hooked up with this girl, total knockout, right? Met her on some sketchy app – thought I’d hit the jackpot. Turns out, she’s a catfish, bro! Used some rando’s pics. Felt like Nemo losin’ his damn fin – crushed me hard. “Mine? Mine? Mine?” – nah, not mine, seagulls can have her!

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It has an erotic style that evokes both the Near East and earlier western styles associated with mythological subject matter. The painting expands on a number of motifs that Ingres had Missing: brothel.

And now, let me slip in some personal quirks. I sometimes walk around mumbling to myself in broken slang – “Oi, what a shambolic mess!” (yeah, that was me, 3am style). I’ve ranted at the moon too, complaining how the streetlights on Boulevard Insensé flicker like a dodgy film projector. LOL, irrelevent? Nah, it’s just how life rolls here.

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