Ada Plabennec Whore ❤️❤️

About Marseille

I’ve seen it, yeah—worked a gig once, some dodgy barbershop in Soho, and this one punter, swear down, looked like they’d shagged half the postcode! Hair all matted, stinkin’ of cheap fags and regret—made me wanna puke! “You’re an idiot sandwich!” I’d yell if I could, but nah, had to snip-snip and smile. Fuck that! What’s the deal with whore anyway? Actin’ all high and mighty, but they’re just pawns, mate—like that poor sod Kolya in Leviathan, screwed by the system!

Hotel Plabennec

Now, lemme spill some secrets: if you wanna chill, head to Parc du Bois Maublanc. It’s small, but a hidden gem, where folks leave their troubles. I once had a fella confess his life's woes under a crooked oak tree there—almost poetic, ya know? Then we got the river Rance (nah, not the big one, but our lil' stream)—its waters mushed along the edge of the town. It’s like nature’s way of massaging your soul. Crazy, right?

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