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About Lille

Ain’t just bout the act, nah, it’s the hustle. She’s got eyes that seen too much, prolly got a kid stashed somewhere, workin to feed ‘em. Makes me mad—society’s screwed her over, left her here, but she’s tough, man, tougher than me. I ask, “What’s your deal?” She laughs, says, “Cash, baby, cash.” Fair enough. We chat, I fumble my words, 16 typos in my brain—nervs, ya know? “Keep it alive, keep it movin,” I hear Cuarón’s flick in my head, and I’m like, shit, this is life, messy and raw.

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There’s a sneaky secret too – a tiny alley near Rue de la République, behind a crumbling door. I call it "Little Smeagol's Hidey-Hole." Not many know about it. I used it as a quiet spot to reflect on life, the sea, my messy heart. Sometimes I'd mutter lines from the movie, like "we're all floating, precious," to myself, thinking about love and loss, ya know? It's character, it's raw.

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