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About Lille

Little known fact – didja know some prositutes back in the day used secret codes? Like, flowers in their hair meant somethin wild! Red rose? She’s booked. Yellow? Open for biz! Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me happy thinkin how clever they were, dodgin cops like pros. But ugh, the sleazy guys hagglin prices? Makes me mad as hell! “Hmm… treat her right, ya jerk!” I’d yell, shakin my fist.

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Way back in ought-eleven (a real number), I wrote a blog entry entitled Lil' Ville of Leguevin, where I had some details and photos of our then-hometown.

Neighborhoods! Like, the old quarter near Rue du Bonheur. Some nooks have that vintage feel, all cobbled stones and graffiti telling tales. I get a rush just reminiscin' – heart pounding, mind racing like a marathon runner. And when I’m in the mood, I hit up a bar on Boulevard de la Lune. This dive bar, man – gritty, lively, and full of stories. I swear, every wink and every laugh carries a hidden desire.

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