Gabriella Trelissac Whore ❤️❤️

About Marseille

Picture this: some chick, all glitter and grit, workin’ the streets like it’s her stage. “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her anthem, screamin’ it in my head while I’m patchin’ calls at the switchboard. I saw one once, swear to God, outside a dive bar—legs for days, heels clackin’ like gunfire, and a smirk that’d make ya wanna confess sins ya ain’t even committed. Made me happy as hell—girl knew her game! But then—THEN—she flicked a cig at some dude’s car, and I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” Got me pissed, too—don’t trash the vibe, ya know? Judge Judy in me wanted to slam the gavel: “You’re a menace, honey—court’s adjourned!”

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts raining. Like, seriously? I’m in Trelissac, not London! I scramble to find cover under this café awning on Rue de la Liberté. I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ the rain, and I’m like, “This is kinda poetic.” But then, I spill my coffee all over my sketchbook. Ugh! I was so mad! My art, my precious art!

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