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About Lille

I watch her, she talk to man, he fat, smell like old cheese. She smile, but eyes dead, like fish on market. Make me angry! Why she gotta do this? She could be queen, not street meat! I yell, “You deserve better, sexy lady!” She look at me, suprised, like, “Who this crazy guy?” I feel happy, maybe she hear me, y’know?

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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.

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