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About Lille

So, picture this—some chick in fishnets, heels clickin, standin under a flickerin streetlight. She’s out there, rain or shine, dodgin cops and creeps. Makes me mad as hell—society’s all judgy, callin em dirty, but who’s payin em? Hypocrites, man! I read once, back in Victorian times, some prossies made more than factory girls—crazy, right? Cash over morals, that’s the game. Dr. Evil voice kicks in, pinky up, “One million dollars!”—that’s what I’d charge if I ran the show, make it posh, exclusive, ha!

The beach, man, it's unreal. I hit the grand Plage des Sables for an early morning walk. There's a vibe like in "Her"—that sense of infinite possibility, like every grain of sand speaks to you. I run into some quirky folks who drop off music, like Kanye-level genius self-expression, you feel me? Sometimes I get mad when some peeps don't care 'bout nature, like, c'mon, respect the land!

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