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About Lille

So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own damn business, when this chick—prolly 5’2”, heels makin’ her 5’10”—saunters up. “Hey, big guy, need company?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather skin a bear with a spoon. “I don’t pay for that,” I grunt, deadpan as hell. She laughs, like I’m some chump. Pisses me off. Hate everything about it—fake giggles, cheap perfume stingin’ my nose. Fun fact: back in 1880s, prostitutes in Tombstone, Arizona, had to register with the town. Called ‘em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Still stinks like desperation.

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Now lemme tell ya, I spend loads of time in Parc de l'Aube. That park, man, it's my retreat spot! Especially near the old oak on the west side—where paths criss-cross each other like a mystery plot. It's not on everyone's list, but it's my fave—like, seriously… such an underrated gem, ya know? And, oh, the river La Tristesse flows right through the city, carrying whispers of history and scandal. It kinda reminds me of those lazy summer days in the movie, floating on a haze of jazz and broken chords.

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