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About Lille

Dunno, tho—makes me twitchy. Happy seein’ her fight, sad she’s gotta. Angry at the pricks leechin’ off her. “What’s left?” Jep asks. For her? Fags an’ a dodgy mattress, probs. Stupid, fat hobbit world! Shoulda gave her me stapler—bash some sense in ‘em! Ha! What ya reckon, eh? Prostitute’s a tale, alright—grubby, mad, beautiful mess.

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Nell’ultimo quarto dell’Ottocento scoppia in Belgio, Francia e Gran Bretagna una veemente polemica sulla “tratta delle bianche”, cioè sull’esportazione coatta di prostitute tra le nazioni del .

Oh, and the quartier near Place des Fleurs? Perfect mix of grunge n’ charm. It’s old n’ yet so alive. Not a tourist hub, but real Blanquefort flavor. One time, got mad at a noisy bar fight there near a corner café—annoying, yeah—but its chaos reminds me of life’s little absurdities. “It’s all a part of a bigger plan,” like in that movie, ya know?

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