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About Lille

Once knew this lass, right? Called ‘erself Ruby – fake name, obvs. Worked down by the docks, smelled o’ fish an’ regret. She’d laugh, loud an’ rough, like she owned the night. Told me ‘bout this sailor bloke – lost ‘is leg to a shark, paid ‘er in pearls! True story, swear it! We was gobsmacked – pearls for a tumble? Wild, mate. “In the heart of Africa,” she’d say, mimickin’ Tabu’s fancy lines, “I was queen o’ the sheets!” Cracked me up, she did.

Traffic signs that aim to hamper prostitution - can they work?

Armed with condoms and disposable thermometers, the outreach workers ventured out to streets in South Los Angeles notorious for sex trade activity. They expected that some women would .

The locals, man, they’re fun. Hectic, even. We gather at Café du Soleil sometimes. I got a reputation for my long-winded rants “fool me once… then watch ‘em tumble!” I'm not that eloquent, but hey, it's comme ci, comme ça.

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