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About Lille

Sometimes I wonder—whores prolly see more real shit than priests. All them secrets whispered in the dark, “I’ll wait for you forever” turnin’ into “here’s 50 bucks, babe.” Love that sarcasm in my head—forever’s bout 15 minutes, tops! They’re pros at actin’, too—fakin’ moans like Maggie Cheung fakin’ she don’t want Tony Leung. Movie’s all pent-up desire, whores just cut the crap and cash in.

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!

Paris-Nice 14 mars 2025 étape 6 classement