Ava Carentan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Marseille

Lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy – back in the day, like Victorian times, whores used to nick wallets with razor blades sewn in their skirts! Proper stealth, fam! Ain’t that wild? I’d be ragin’ if some bird sliced me pocket while I’m tryna buy a chop. Makes me wanna shout, “Submit to my will!” like that nutter in *Zodiac*. But nah, they’re just tryna eat, same as me – respect the grind, innit?

The Notre-Dame church

The vibe around here, it's kinda zen. I always say, if you grind away all your stresses, you'll see beauty in the broken corners. The little park, Parc de la Libération, is my solace. Small, but it packs a punch. I park my thoughts there, catch quiet moments by the pond, and watch the ducks float. They get me every time!

D-Day spirit of remembrance lives on, despite the pandemic