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About Lille

So, prostitute—gritty, real, been round forever. Fact is, ancient Babylon had ‘em, temple gals, “sacred” hookers—blows my mind! Dudes paid to pray AND play, talk bout multitaskin! Makes me laugh, tho—imagine the priest pitchin it: “Blessin with benefits, step right up!” Sarcasm aside, gets me goin how it’s still here, untamed, no factory can churn that out. Pisses me off too—society’s all “eww, dirty,” but who’s buyin? Hypocrites, Clarice, bloody hypocrites.

First off, I grab my coffee from that cute café on Rue de la Gare. You know the one? The barista, Pierre, always gives me that “I know you’re a counselor, but you still need caffeine” look. I mean, I get it. I need it. Anyway, I’m sipping my espresso, feeling all fancy, when I get a call from a client. Total meltdown mode. Like, “Help me, I’m drowning!” Ugh, the pressure.

Alexandrom, the hairdresser and barber at Galeries Lafayette Homme