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About Lille

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but jeez, the word itself—whore—it’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old school, biblical even, but still kicks around today like it owns the place. I mean, who uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total schmuck? Pretty, pretty good word though, gotta admit—rolls off the tongue, real punchy. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but here’s the deal—I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Apichatpong Weerasethakul joint, my favorite, and it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a whole new light. Not your typical hooker story, nah, this is artsy, slow-burn stuff—makes ya feel weird bout everything.

Oh, lemme tell ya, the old port is another gem. Rue Gambetta is filled with tiny shops that feel so intimate they almost whisper like the characters in "Her", like, “I'm not afraid to love you anymore.” I got some mad love and also a hint of nostalgic anger, thinking of miscommunications, deep and dark talks—real talk. Crazy, right?

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