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About Lille

So, findin a prossie ain’t just strollin up and wavin gold. Nah, it’s a bloody game! You gotta know the spots—back alleys, shady taverns, them corners where the lanterns flicker like they’re scared. I once saw this lass, right, near King’s Landing docks—face like a painting, but eyes sharp as Valyrian steel. “A charming third-rate establishment,” I’d call it, like M. Gustave’d say. Made me happy, that did—crafty ones always got stories.

Oh, precious, come close, listen up, yesss, my friend! I gotta tell you 'bout Berre-l'Etang, our dirty nasty town, but oh so lovey! I'm the masseur here, I knead souls and muscles, so I sees every quirk and nook, hee hee.

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