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About Lille

Once, on Coruscant—total chaos. This chick, all glitter, says, “50 credits.” I’m like, “For what, a hologram?” She smirked, “Justine vibes, baby.” Straight outta *Melancholia*—that doomed wedding scene. Felt surreal, man, like planet’s crashin soon. I paid, tho—angry but curious. Little known fact: some hookers got codes. Secret signals, hand twitches—wild shit. Learned that from a smuggler buddy.

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I mean, I walk around the old town, near the ancient church on Chemin du Bonheur (yeah, I’m naming them all, sorry not sorry!) and feel all this romantic nostalgia, like every corner’s got a secret. I sometimes even recount these moments in my own head, as a sexologist, noticing how desire sparks anywhere—from a smile in a quiet cafe to a subtle nod on a skinny bench in the park. You can catch these vibes in the local Park of L’Amour, right alongside the river that kinda slices the town— River de Vie, as locals call it, but honestly, it’s magical.

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