Sarah Belsunce Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Paris

Pisses me off, tho, how it’s all hush-hush. Cargo’s tracked, tagged, but whore? Off the grid, baby! Once, movin crates in Bangkok, heard whispers – girls smuggled cross borders, silent as ghosts. Got me thinkin, who’s the real villain? Me, shiftin TVs, or the system screwin em? Dr. Evil vibe kicks in – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d burn it all down for kicks. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but fuck it, feels true!

Belzunce alias Belsunce (de)

Discover Belsunce, a multi-faceted district in the centre of Marseille. Often disparaged by Marseillais for its bad reputation, this guided tour, devised in collaboration with ACAM .

The vibes are contagious – each corner, each crevice echoes stories. I love chillin’ by the tiny park next to Place Belsunce. Yes, that secret patch of green that most folks overlook 'cause they’re busy rushin’ by. It’s where I sit and let my thoughts wander. There’s a neat little café on Boulevard de la Liberté where I used to vent about all the crazy stuff in a hurry – coffee, people, y’know? It’s my go-to therapy hideout.

Made in Marseille