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About Lille

Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But her life’s a freakin’ circus—clowns, creeps, the works. Thought to myself, “She’s Disgust dodgin’ the broccoli of this city.” Gets under my skin, tho—how she smiles through the crap. Angry ‘cause she shouldn’t hafta. Happy ‘cause she’s still kickin’. Quirky thing—she hums showtunes when she’s nervous. Caught her beltin’ *Cats* once, nearly busted her just for that.

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I used to think counselling was all chat. But here’s the thing: these crumpled streets echo every whispered truth. Each cracked pavement tells a story, each shadow holds a feeling. And me? I live it every day, laughing, cursing, musing. I’m like, "Woooo, fuckin’ life, here’s Johnny!"

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