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About Lille

Humor me, man—their ads are gold, “discreet gentleman’s companion,” pfft, sure, Jan! Sarcasm aside, they’re survivors. My head’s spinning, like, do they ever just wanna Netflix and chill for real? Exaggerating, but some nights must suck, right? “Fuck you, and fuck your family!”—Monty’s rage, I feel it for them sometimes.

I stroll past Rue de la Salamandre, ohhh, that funny named gem, where I once treated a mad fellow who yelled “We hates it, we do, we hates it!” after a long day, his muscles twisted in pain. Pff, poor bastard, but yess. The parks, oh! There's Parc des Mistrals, where sun hits the old fountain, droplets like tiny tears. I once left my massage table there, and oh blimey, a gecko crawled on it! Precious... but we laughed.

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