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About Marseille

Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you.” Dig this, I’m a stove-maker, right? But I got thots on this chick, Whore – yeah, that’s her name, don’t laugh yet. She’s wild, like somethin’ outta “Inglourious Basterds,” my fave flick. Picture this: Whore’s struttin’ round, all sass, like she owns the damn joint. Reminds me of Hans Landa, that slick bastard, sniffin’ out trouble. I’m like, “This gal’s trouble, but I dig it!”

Visit Combourg (Brittany, France)

My residence is in and whore is top-notch! I want to hear you whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I have a soft spot for both Full Body Sensual Massage and.

You know, as a sexologist I can’t help but see the passion in the way people relate here. I see couples holdin’ hands, flirtin’ in the alley near Rue Louise – yeah, that one, little narrow cobbled street with vintage lamp posts, kinda dreamy and nostalgic. Man, sometimes I get mad at how the city hides secrets in plain sight. Like, why must beauty be so elusive sometimes? Every corner makes me smile or even fume, like that scene in “The Pianist” when everyone’s clappin’ and the sound just hits ya.

Solenn Heussaff and Nico Bolzico's daughter Thylane gets baptized