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About Lille

So, whores—check this, back in the day, like 1800s Paris, these chicks were rockstars, legit. Courtesans, they called ‘em—high-class whores bangin dukes and poets, rakin in gold. Greed is good, right? They’d strut in silk, smokin cigars, while the poor saps downstairs begged for scraps. Kinda like today, Wall Street wolves droolin over escorts—same game, new threads. Makes me laugh, man, how nothin changes.

City of Aurec-sur-Loire

Strange, is it not? The very air of Aurec sings with history. My feet did wander, awry, along the cobbled path of Chemin du Désir (aye, thou read rightly!). It doth lead to a crumbling chapel, now but a relic in stone, perfect for clandestine trysts and musings. Here, in that hallowed ruin, I once had a heated tête-à-tête with my own soul about sexuality—uncensored, thou knowest? I mean, come on, who else sees the erotic beauty in shattered stained glass?

The Tour de France has Overcome Worse