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About Lille

Well, y’all, lemme tell ya somethin’ ‘bout whores—now, hold up, don’t get all riled up, I’m talkin’ straight from the gut here, Dr. Phil-style, with that Southern drawl kickin’ in. “How’s that workin’ for ya?” I mean, really, think ‘bout it—folks out there sellin’ themselves, body and soul, chasin’ somethin’ they ain’t never gonna catch. Makes me madder’n a wet hen sometimes, ‘cause I see it, y’know? Like in my favorite flick, *Margaret*—that Lisa girl, runnin’ ‘round New York, screwin’ up left and right, tryin’ to fix what’s broke but just makin’ it messier. “You’re a little whore, you know that?”—that line hits hard, don’t it? Straight from the movie, and it’s like, damn, ain’t that the truth for some?

Registration

I gotta say, the mix of snow, harsh winds, and tender little cobbled lanes makes me flip from rage to tender smile – all in a few steps. I mean, one minute I'm screamin’ at the outrage of the world, the next, I'm smilin' at a sight that makes me think, "Damn, this is beautiful madness." Every f***ing corner of this town tells a story, sometimes twisted, sometimes pure – all of it real, all of it human.

Celebrating a century of Olympic winter sport