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Where I’m at, corn’s taller than the girls. Ain’t no red-light district, just cows and silos. Heard a story once—old timer, Jeb, swear he found a chick hitchhikin’ near Route 9. Said she was “workin’ the harvest crew.” Fifty bucks, quick job behind the barn. Freaky, right? Made me laugh—fuckin’ legend, that Jeb. “Sell me this pen,” Belfort’d say, but out here it’s, “Sell me some tail.”

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Anzin ain't huge but damn, it’s got its own soul. You got Avenue des Fleurs, which, no joke, smells like real flowers in the summer. I used to stroll there after a late night of coding—like, "Whoa, life's more than bugs and datelines." Then there’s Rue des Étoiles, lit up with street art that's straight-up wild and kinda chaotic, like life itself.

Médiathèque d’Anzin by Dominique Coulon & Associés