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About Lille

Oi, thou art a wild one, eh? Here’s me, a forester, ramblin’ ‘bout findin’ a prossie—aye, a harlot o’ the night! Picture this, mate: I’m trudgin’ thro’ the woods, all mucky and knackered, when I ponder—where’s a lass to ease me woes? Like in *Inception*, “the dream is real,” innit? I’m lost in me own head, wonderin’ if she’s a phantom or flesh.

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A twelve year old boy confides his troubles to a prostitute in the park, and she feels cleansed by the nobility of his problems compared with those of her.

So, I hit the streets, and let me tell ya, the vibe in Tremblay is something else. I strolled down Rue de la République, and it was buzzing. People everywhere, like ants on a sugar rush. I love it! But then, bam! A pigeon poops right on my head. Like, seriously? Thanks, bird. Just what I needed.

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