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About Lille

Anyways, this gal I met, she’s quotin’ prices—20 bucks, quick job. I’m like, “I’m a fisherman, not a millionaire.” Hate hagglin’, makes my skin crawl. Reminds me of Ennis, all quiet, broodin’— “If you can’t fix it, you gotta stand it.” So I stood it, paid up. She’s fast, efficient—better than my damn crew. Happy? Nah, but satisfied. Ain’t mad either.

Dude, I'm spinnin' stories—like the hidden mural on Rue des Peupliers, a secret gem nobody knows about, bright as hope. Srsly, I've been geeking out over it, always snapping pics for my profile. Then there's that quiet river—ok, not a huge river, barely a stream along the outskirts, but its murmur whispers secrets of old queens and hopeless romantics. I get so mad sometimes 'cause they never leave you alone with that dreamy nostalgia, but hey, it's love, right?

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