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About Lille

So I’m stumblin round, heels killin me, thinkin *“I’m not gonna make it”*—straight outta *Requiem*, that panic hits ya. Found one gal tho—Lola, she said—real sweet, big eyes, but tough as nails. She’s chattin me up, all *“What’s a doll like you want?”* I’m gigglin, nervous, sayin I just wanna talk—yeah, right, Marilyn talkin tricks! She smirks, *“Sure, honey, talk’s extra.”* Had me dyin—smartass! Reminded me of Sara Goldfarb, fightin for her lil piece of the pie, ya know?

History of drag

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.

Cuban boxers strengthen their fists in France on the road to Paris 2024