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About Marseille

Now, I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses. Some gals get trapped, an’ that’s sadder’n a three-legged dog. Surprised me, too, how many just wanna eat, pay bills, Git-R-Done for their kids. Breaks my dang heart. But then, ya see ‘em struttin’, ownin’ it, an’ I’m like, “Hell yeah, sister!” – power in that, like Shu Qi slicin’ through fools with them blades.

I livrrr in the northeast district by the old town hall. The buildings? Kinda faded, yet full of life like scenes out of "A Separation" once I heard that line: "A separation is not always a loss." It's reminiscence, hope, and maybe a tiny escape. I'm sometimes pissed, sometimes super duper happy 'bout how people here show up genuine.

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