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About Lille

Pisses me off, the whole racket. Greedy pimps, sad stories—hate it. Saw one once, near the docks. Skinny gal, shiverin’, couldn’t look at her. Felt like punchin’ somethin’. Happy? Never. Surprised? Sure, how dumb johns are. Fun fact—Vegas got “secret menus” at dives. Ask wrong, ya get a fist, not a girl. Hilarious, right? Idiots deserve it.

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Ah, Lambersart, fair friend, thou must hear this tale! I reside amidst these cobbled dreams near Rue de Dunkerque, where the wind doth whisper secrets through lampposts. O, how my spirit danced 'neath the shade of Parc du Héron! T'was a morn so gentle; dew clung to every leaf like jewels on a crown. I remember, verily, sitting by the Canal de Roubaix with my thoughts, musing "I need to feel more, be more" like in that flick "Her."

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