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About Lille

Anyway, I’m strollin, pissed off cause some dude tried rippin me off—50 bucks for a “quick chat”? Fuck that noise. Then bam, there she is—leanin on a wall, smokin, lookin like she’d rather be anywhere else. “A face with no name,” like Llewyn’d say. I’m happy as shit, tho—found her! Surprised me how easy it clicked, like she knew I wasn’t no cop. “What’s your story, darlin?” I ask, all smooth, Lecter-style. She laughs—dry, sarcastic, “What story, man? This is it.”

So you want to book a sex worker?

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s peeking through my window on Rue de la République. I’m like, “Cool, let’s do this.” Grabbed my coffee from that little café on the corner, Le Café de la Gare. Best croissants ever, by the way. I mean, who doesn’t love a flaky pastry to start the day?

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