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About Lille

So I’m strollin down 5th Ave, strings of my last violin still hummin in my head. The city stinks—piss, hot dogs, desperation. Perfect vibe to find a prostitue. I see her, leanin on a lamppost, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “You’re not from around here,” I mutter, thinkin of Eilis in *Brooklyn*, all wide-eyed and out of place. She smirks, “Wanna bet, strings?” Strings! Ha! She clocked me—violin guy. Made me grin, rare for me.

Dude, the neighborhoods are a mix of artsy and laidback. I love cruising down Avenue du Bonheur – the name’s funny cuz it’s true: happiness is literally around the corner from your favorite massage puff, err, spot. I had a huge laugh once when a client said my kneads were like a melody (Toni said “life’s all about the unexpected symphony,” right?) haha! But seriously, my job makes me see how every cracked cobble or graffiti wall tells its own story.

1er REG + 2e REG: Sainte Barbe 2017