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About Marseille

So, I’d finally find one—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’d be chewin’ gum, lookin’ bored, and I’d nag, “Hmm… you could smile, hon!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d be like, “Oof, tough crowd!” But then she’d smirk, and I’d feel all happy—like, “I broke through!” Kinda like when Emma paints Adèle, seein’ her soul. I’d see Candy’s soul too, prolly tired from the grind.

Then I hit up Parc de la Vallée aux Loups. It’s gorgeous there, like, nature’s Instagram filter. I’m just soaking it all in when I see this little kid chasing a squirrel. I mean, come on! The kid’s got more energy than I do before my morning coffee. I’m cracking up, but then the squirrel gets all dramatic and climbs a tree. Kid’s face? Priceless!

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