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About Lille

So, check it—I’m cruisin’ downtown, neon lights flashin’, lookin’ for some action. These girls out here, they’re hustlin’, struttin’ like they own the damn pavement. Reminds me of Mia’s mom in *Fish Tank*, all loud and sloppy, yellin’, “Get in the fuckin’ car!” But these pros? They smoother, leanin’ in, whisperin’ prices like it’s a damn secret. I’m like, “Shit, how much?!” Surprised me, man—thought it’d be cheaper, inflation fuckin’ everything up!

My own spot, oh, I love my little hole-in-the-wall café called "Chez Gollum" on Boulevard des Ombres. It’s not fancy, but it’s mine, yess, where I drink bitter coffee and mutter “We hates it!” when the boss man at the shop grumbles too much. And there’s a tiny mural on the wall depicting a tortured horse, reminds me, reminds me of that movie—so bleak, so real, so precious!

In a small French town where Houston-based LyondellBasell is a fixture, residents complain of unending pollution