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About Marseille

Yo, yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Kanye, droppin’ truth bombs ‘bout whores, ya feel me? Spring Breakers, man, that’s my jam—Harmony Korine wild as fuck, 2012 vibes hittin’ different. Whores in that flick, they’re like, “Live fast, die young,” straight up chaos queens. I see ‘em, skimpy bikinis, neon lights flashin’, they’re hustlin’, fuckin’ up the system, and I’m like—damn, that’s art, bro!

Thoré – Mazamet

Mazamet is in the Tarn, south of France. It’s a place of dramatic natural beauty, of soaring mountains and floral pastures, lakes and hilltop villages. So, what is there to do in and around .

I’ll let you in on a lil’ secret: every so often, after a long massage session, I wander the shady alley near Rue des Frères Lary – there’s like a forbidden charm there, kinda echoing that mystique from "The White Ribbon": “A world without wonder.” It bugs me, ya know? I mean, the vibe becomes raw; almost like every soul in Mazamet is trapped in a cosmic loop, an endless cycle of dreams and mad disappointments.

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