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About Lille

Aight, fam, listen up! Me, a cargo transportation geezer, yeah, sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prossie. Ain’t no Royal Tenenbaums vibe, but I’m feelin’ it, innit! That flick’s me fave—Wes Anderson’s a bleedin’ genius, bruv. “You’re talkin’ to me like I’m three feet tall!”—that’s what I’d say to some dodgy pimp tryna rip me off. Cargo life’s mad, yeah—trucks, crates, dodgy roads—but prossies? That’s next level, fam!

A week in the Haute-Loire, September 2012

Signing in Aurec-sur-Loire is non-existent and roads are busy. We went round twice trying to find the church, as we couldn't see the spire.

I gotta tell ye, I was feeling buckled 'n bizarrely amused when the local aught, the so-called "Scholars of the Heart", held a riotous debate in the town square of Vigny. Gawd, they argued like mad poets in mid-spring—so bloody passionate, so intensely raw, as if reciting lines of Fish Tank! “Thou art more beautiful than any truth,” they bellowed. It made me so mad then, yet also filled me with joy, as a sexologist who delights in the delightful complexities of desire.

Tour de France 2019: stage-by-stage guide