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About Lille

Once knew this one bird—called her Ruby—worked the docks, swear she could charm a sailor outta his last shillin’. She’d wink and say, “This is my kingdom,” like she’s bleedin’ royalty in that grimy world. Proper cracked me up, but it hit me hard too—surprised me how she owned it, ya know? Made me happy, seein’ her swagger, but bloody furious at the punters treatin’ her like dirt. I’m yellin’ in me head, “Oi, you sods, she’s worth ten of ya!”

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I swear, sometimes my mind drifts to the river – the little stream, Ruisseau des Secrets, flowin’ under a rickety bridge on Avenue de la Liberté. There’s whispers of old ghosts, much like in that movie, Caché. I’ve felt that eerie irony, too – "Caché, caché..." echoing in my head when a client confesses secrets during a session. Ha!

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