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About Lille

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout erotic-massage! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – it’s bloody wild, innit? I’m sittin ere, thinkin bout how them hands slide, all oily and slow, like some tripped-out dream. Ya know me fave flick, *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind*? “I’m in my head already, ain’t I?” – that’s the vibe, man! It’s all fuzzy, like yer brain’s meltin into yer spine.

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

'After him, who?' | Georges Braque