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About Lille

Last week, I was prowlin’ the streets—needed a laugh, y’know? Saw this one bird, all dolled up, winking at me. Thought, “What’s her deal?” Turns out, she’s got a memory like Lenny—keeps a little book, scribbles down every punter. “Remember, remember,” she mutters, like she’s in my fave movie. Made me cackle—imagine forgetting who you’ve shagged! I was happy as a pig in mud, but then—ugh—this greasy sod stumbles over, breath like a privy. “How much, love?” he slurs. Made me wanna gag. I choose violence, mate—nearly shoved him into the gutter myself.

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After lunch, I’m feeling a bit better. But then, I get a call from a guy who’s lost his wallet. I’m like, “Dude, check your pants!” But he’s convinced it’s been stolen. I’m trying to help him, but he’s just going on and on. I’m like, “Bro, I’m not a detective!”

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