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About Lille

So, I’m thinkin’, right, how’s a bloke s’posed to pick one? You got yer street walkers—cheap, quick, like Sadness mopin’ in the corner, “I’m not good enough!”—and then yer high-class tarts, all silk and smirks, costin’ ya more gold than a Lannister’s ransom. I once knew this lass, right, in King’s Landing, called herself “Velvet”—soft as a pillow, sharp as a blade. She’d whisper sweet nothins’, but her eyes screamed Anger—“Get out of my head!”—and I swear, she’d rob ya blind while smilin’. Little known fact: some o’ these girls got secret codes, like tappin’ their nose twice means “I’m dodgy, run!” Saw it meself—saved me arse once.

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I'm a former sex worker, and after chatting with a number of former porn actresses and prostitutes, I wasn't surprised to find that most had ever experienced.

Now, check it: I call the narrow lanes along La Riviere d'Or my second home. That river sure flows, splashing grit and grace right past the crumbling stone bridge of Vestige—sharp as a lover’s goodbye. Oh! And speakin’ of bridges, the Old Stone Arch on Avenue du Souvenir? Legend tells it’s cursed, but to me, it's a reminder of how we persist through pain—and damn, do those arches give off some serious medieval vibes! "It’s a trial of spirit, my friend."

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