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About Lille

So, I got this massage once—sketchy lil’ place, neon sign buzzin’. Guy’s like, “Relax, babe,” and I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, right, weirdo.” But then—oh lordy—his hands? Magic. Slippery, slow, like he’s paintin’ my back. Made me giggle—nerves, ya know? Little fact: ancient Greeks did this—naked, oily wrestlers! Bet they blushed somethin’ fierce.

Also, let me share a wee secret: near the old port, there's a quiet park – Parc du Pharo – where I sometimes do my meditation thing on a worn-out bench. Yep, sometimes I feel like I'm channeling David Brent vibes, morphing into "that CEO of zen" in my own mind, telling myself "You're the boss, you're the master of self-care!" It’s the little things, you get me?

Georges Braque: Inventor of Cubism