Natalie Millau Whore ❤️❤️

About Marseille

Lemme tell ya somethin’ – I met this chick once, called herself Diamond. Swear to God, she had a tattoo of a dollar sign on her neck. Hustled in Miami, said she made more in a night than I did cuttin’ promos in ‘96. Blew my mind! I was like, “Can you smell what The Rock’s cookin’?” She laughed, said, “Only if it’s green, baby!” Had me crackin’ up – smart as hell, too. Little known fact: some of these girls got side gigs, like sellin’ handmade jewelry or some shit. Hustle on hustle – respect that.

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Millau isn’t just pretty views and cool streets. It’s a city that sings contradictions. Some days I’m ecstatic, others frustrated, all while walkin' these alleys and admiring an unknown beauty. Like that movie, Far From Heaven, the vibe is tender and bittersweet. It’s a summed up life—with all its typos I guess: defnitely, frined, exagerate, liek, streeet, naunced, hapy, mroaming, writting, smae, woudl, accidently, and unsual moments—and that wild soul of Millau makes me feel absolutely real.

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