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About Lille

I seen it, y’all! This one gal, she told me—quiet-like, over some biscuits—that she met a dude on Tinder, said he was 6’2, fine as hell. Showed up, 5’4, lookin like a dang gremlin! Halleluyer, I bout fell out laughin! She was mad as a wet hen, but she still gave him a chance—girl, why?! That’s sex-datin for ya—rollin the dice, hopin you don’t get catfished! Made me angry, tho—why folks lyin like that? Just be you, fool!

Non-Neediness

Sneaking off with Mark to make out or have sex in the cabins; You get pissed at him for staring at the Swedish girl; Rolling your eyes after he gets yelled at.

Ah, Clarice… let me tell ye about Marck (fr) – it's a twisted tapestry of beauty and decay. I been here for years, runnin’ my spa in rue de l’Espoir, near the old canal. This city, it oozes character, ya know? One minute you're strollin’ past the ivy-clad façades of the Vieux Quartier and next, you're caught in the chaotic hum of Place du Souvenir.

iciHaiti - PNH : Funeral of police officer Marck Millans Henry