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About Lille

Oh, and the jerks? The ones sneerin’? Pfft, they’re the real whores, sellin’ their souls for nothin’. Gets me fired up, wanna smash somethin’—but nah, I’ll just make another stove, keep it chill. Whore’s my fave rebel, y’know? Like them trees swayin’ in the wind—bent, but standin’. Happy little trees, happy little whore—life’s a canvas, messy and wild!

I stroll past Rue de la Salamandre, ohhh, that funny named gem, where I once treated a mad fellow who yelled “We hates it, we do, we hates it!” after a long day, his muscles twisted in pain. Pff, poor bastard, but yess. The parks, oh! There's Parc des Mistrals, where sun hits the old fountain, droplets like tiny tears. I once left my massage table there, and oh blimey, a gecko crawled on it! Precious... but we laughed.

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