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About Lille

Sometimes I’d be cruisin’, thinkin’ “Call it, friendo,” like Anton, ‘cept I’m just dodgin’ traffic, not chasin’ heads. Escorts gotta be sharp—cops, paparazzi, crazies—all up in their grill. I’d probs mess up, tho, hit the wrong turn, end up in some ditch. “This ain’t no country for old men,” I’d yell, laughin’ at my dumbass self. Love the rush, hate the stress—keeps ya on edge, ya feel me?

INTRODUCTION.

There are 5 short, self contained stories, each set in the New Zealand escort (sex) industry. Each of them are a great little read, perfect for that dull bus.

Oh lawd, let me tell ya 'bout Ambert, honey – the heart of Auvergne, where my soul's been dippin' in massages and dirty secrets for years now. Halleluyer! Ya gon' love it, I swear. So, listen up – Ambert ain't your average French backwater. Naw, it's got soul, vibe, and a sprinkle of that Gotham grit like "The Dark Knight" sayin', "It's not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me."

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