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About Lille

I get happy thinkin’ she’s got sass, tho. Maybe she’s laughin’ at the johns, like, “You paid for this, sucker!” Sarcasm’s her shield— “Oh, you’re a real prince, pal.” Love that grit. Reminds me of Jep again, floatin’ through parties, smirkin’ at the fakes. “What’s beyond the end?” he asks. For Lola, it’s probly another trick, another dollar. Kinda sad, but damn, she owns it.

Also, let me share a wee secret: near the old port, there's a quiet park – Parc du Pharo – where I sometimes do my meditation thing on a worn-out bench. Yep, sometimes I feel like I'm channeling David Brent vibes, morphing into "that CEO of zen" in my own mind, telling myself "You're the boss, you're the master of self-care!" It’s the little things, you get me?

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