Fatima Fecamp Whore ❤️

About Marseille

Happy, tho, seein’ her outsmart the sleemos—pure gold! “Do or do not, there is no try,” I’d cheer, fist bump in my head. She’d smirk, flip her hair, workin’ johns like a Jedi mind trick. Once, heard she conned a Hutt—took his spice AND his ride! Ballsy, that was—exaggeratin’, maybe, but who cares? Fun, it is, imaginin’ her zoomin’ off, cacklin’. Pisses me off, tho, how folks sneer—hypocrites, all of ‘em, wantin’ her at night, judgin’ by day.

Location around

Man, sometimes I get mad at the traffic on Rue des Marins—seriously, it's a mess! And omg, the rains! Always pour like they’re auditioning for a scene, repeating drop after drop. But honestly, that's part of the weird magic here.

Fécamp Grand Escale, the big party!