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About Lille

So, whore – it’s a business, yeah, but a dodgy one. Supply and demand, basic economics, but with knobs and fannies thrown in. Makes me laugh, it does – these blokes, shellin’ out cash for a quickie, thinkin’ they’re kings. Pathetic, innit? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “You’re a mug, mate, a right mug.” And the girls – some of ‘em, sharp as a tack, runnin’ the show. Others, poor sods, stuck in it, no way out. Gets me ragin’, that does – the pimps, the traffickin’, the whole rotten mess. Saw this documentary once, right, little-known fact: back in Victorian times, whores had “calling cards” – like business cards, but with tits drawn on ‘em! Handed ‘em out in alleys, proper marketing, that. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ of some posh git collectin’ ‘em like Pokémon cards.

Visit Chatellerault (Nouvelle-Aquitaine, France)

A “Don Juan” or a “Casanova” is a seducer, but a woman who pursues this type of sport is a vamp or a slut, in other words, a prostitute, a fallen woman, a tramp.

This city’s all about contrasts. One moment I’m chillin’ in my parlor, ridin’ that smooth vibe, and the next I’m outside at Café Des Arts on Place de la Liberté, sippin’ a coffee, watchin’ life roll by. And man, the stories from my clients are crazy – people from all over come here for a little peace and a lot of relief, y’know? It’s like Tarantino said, "You know what the funny thing is?" – man, you find humor in the strangest situations.

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