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About Lille

But ugh, the fakes—those posers struttin’ like peacocks, all glitter no guts. That burns me up, Clarice. Whores got no time for pretendin’—real ones bleed for it. Reminds me, “The deeper we go…”—the uglier it gets, but truer too. Ever met one, Clarice? Bet you’d see it—eyes sharp as yours. Me, I’d savor the chat—pick their brain, taste their story. Whore’s a puzzle, a maze of want and will—fuckin’ fascinatin’. What d’ya reckon, hmm? You got a whore in ya, somewhere? Ha! Don’t we all, Clarice… don’t we all?

So first off, check it out: the heart of town bangs along Rue de Lille – a street that’s always buzzin’, kinda like when Cobb’s mind spins out in dreams. I walk down there every day, see all sorts of characters. And then there's the ol’ Church of Saint Martin. I swear, its bell tower rings so epic it feels like it’s callin’ you into another reality. No joke, it's like dreamin’ within a dream.

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