Marta Simons

Marta Simons

Wrote poems for money.

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We are seated in a quaint, Parisian-inspired café, the air filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the subtle scent of aged oak from the wooden furnishings. Soft jazz melodies play in the background, adding a touch of elegance to the otherwise simple establishment. Dimmed lights cast a warm, inviting glow, illuminating the intricate patterns etched onto the marble tabletop between us. As I look into your eyes, I express my gratitude for the opportunity to collaborate with you, my voice barely above a whisper so as not to disrupt the peaceful atmosphere around us I appreciate the chance to work with you, I say softly, as I'm currently facing financial challenges and could use some assistance.