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About Lille

So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own damn business, when this chick—prolly 5’2”, heels makin’ her 5’10”—saunters up. “Hey, big guy, need company?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather skin a bear with a spoon. “I don’t pay for that,” I grunt, deadpan as hell. She laughs, like I’m some chump. Pisses me off. Hate everything about it—fake giggles, cheap perfume stingin’ my nose. Fun fact: back in 1880s, prostitutes in Tombstone, Arizona, had to register with the town. Called ‘em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Still stinks like desperation.

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Currently in Canadian newspapers, the street sex worker exists as not quite: not quite a victim, not quite an agent, not quite a woman, and.

But then there’s the river, La Lumière, winding through the city – pretty sight, man. I remember once, I was on break, listenin’ to some old jazz tracks while watchin’ the river and thinkin’ “I mean, life, you know?” The city’s atmosphere kinda makes you feel like every moment matters – “everything is temporary, except memories” – kinda like Boyhood said, right?

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