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About Lille

Once knew this lass, right, swear she worked corners near me old office. Skinny as a twig, eyes like—whatsit—“the void of time,” like Jep’d say. Chain-smoked fags, probs nicked from punters. Little fact, yeah? Some prostitutes in Rome, back in the day, they’d hide coins in their hair! Tax-dodging, clever buggers! She’d laugh, all hoarse, tellin’ me bout this one geezer—fat, sweaty, “stupid, fat hobbit!”—who paid her in stale pizza once. Pizza! Can’t make rent with pepperoni, can ya? Made me cackle, that did—still does!

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Dans sa petite camionnette, Câline Tentation* -son nom de scène- goûte assez mal le nouvel arrêté préfectoral qui interdit, depuis le 1er mars, de se stationner dans le bois de Boulogne, .

Man, I stroll through Place Jules Guesde, and I swear, it feels like every bench, every tree’s whispering secrets of old souls. I run my spa sessions nearby, and sometimes while giving a massage, I'll catch a whiff of fresh coffee from a nearby café – it just punches you in the gut like Tony Montana says, “I always tell the truth, even when I lie.” (Okay, that’s not from Tony, but hey, vibes, right?)

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