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About Marseille

So yeah, me – Cargo King, Dr. Evil – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” – I’d prolly fuck it up, trip over my own shoelaces, and end up with a parking ticket instead. Still, gotta admit, the hunt’s half the fun. Like the movie says, “The uncertainty is what kills ya.” Ha! Truth, man, truth.

North America

La-Grand-Croix got parks too, bruh. Parc du Papillon is my fav chill spot. It’s all green trees, random little ponds, and benches where I sometimes reflect on life – like, “Yo, time drips like melting wax, and we’re left vibin’ in its glow.” I swear, it’s like nature’s on its own funky beat. And then there’s the River de Tranquillité. We humans come here to dip our toes, hear the water whisper – “don’t rush, just be, ya dig?” That flow hits different when you’re feelin’ the daily grind.

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