Isabella Marennes Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

Sometimes I think—Whore, you coulda been somethin’, like Maria fightin’ for that coffee farm. But nah, she chose the streets, the hustle, the dirt. “It’s my life,” she’d probly say, spittin’ on the ground, lightin’ a cig. I’m over here, happy she still kickin’, but surprised she aint locked up yet! She a tornado, fam—funny, fucked up, and free. Whore, man, she a vibe—love her, hate her, can’t ignore her!

Marennes (Charente-Maritime)

Oh, and the neighborhoods! Check out Le Vieux Quartier, charming but a bit cray sometimes. The folks there are friendly, but boy, do they gossip – like, everywhere you turn ya get a juicy tidbit! One time, so mad, I nearly ended my massage mid-session – seriously, rude folks sometimes, but hey, it works out.

Poetic simplicity: Ernest Hemingway’s favourite meal