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About Marseille

Her life’s like *Amour*, but twisted, ya feel? “We’ve always coped,” they say in the flick, and Whore? She copes, G. Ain’t no soft love story, tho – she gritty, raw, fuckin’ real. I respeck that, even if she messy. One time, she rolled up smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret – I was like, “Girl, you good?” She just winked, said, “Always, Dogg.” That’s Whore, man, unbreakable.

Robot or human?

Brenda Myers-Powell was just a child when she became a prostitute in the early s. Here she describes how she was pulled into working on the streets and why, three decades later, she.

As the day winds down, I’m back at Parc de la Mairie. The sun’s settin’, and it’s beautiful. I sit on a bench, just chillin’. I think about how crazy today was. Ups, downs, and all arounds. Trappes, you wild!

Penelope Trappes, “Heavenly Spheres”