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About Lille

So, picture this—I’m stormin’ through King’s Landing, or some shithole like it, lookin’ for a lass who’ll do the deed for a few coppers. “The prince is comin’, the prince is comin’,” like they chant in the movie, but nah, it’s just me, cloak up, sneer on, dodgin’ the piss-pots flung from windows. Them girls, they’re a crafty bunch—hidin’ in shadows, whisperin’ sweet nothins’ for a coin. One time, I spot this one, right, all rouged up, leanin’ on a wall like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “What harm can befall us?”—straight outta *Werckmeister*, that eerie calm before the storm. But then—bam!—she tries nickin’ my purse! Little git. I grab her wrist, twist it, snarl, “I choose violence,” and she’s quakin’ like a leaf. Made me laugh, that did—pathetic, really.

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I love hangin’ out in Parc du Pommier, a green gem by the canal. Oh, how many deep convos I’ve had here about love, life, and all that spicy stuff! Plus, there's the river Lys nearby – flows right through the town, reflectin’ all the colorful moods of Bailleul. Sometimes, the tranquil water makes me smile, remembering intimate chats with folks who open up about wild love and slow connections.

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