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About Lille

But real talk—it’s fascinatin’. The logistics? Insane. Some girls got agents—pimps runnin’ it like a brokerage firm. Others? Solo traders, cuttin’ out the middleman. I’m sittin’ there, stunned—capitalism’s everywhere, even here! Makes me happy, in a twisted way—humans never stop hustlin’. Tho, I’d never touch it—too messy, too shady. “I’m a real boy!”—yeah, right, keep dreamin’, Larry.

The Good House, ca. 1926

I love how this town mixes history with modern sass. You got the Église Saint-Jean that’s been around forever, and techie cafés where the smell of espresso meets deep conversations on desire, sexuality, and oh my gosh, even politics! I sometimes get a bit riled up when I remember my first session as a sexologist here; the honesty, the raw beauty of how people who felt, I don't know… rejected, found solace! And seriously, listening to them while strolling along the winding Rue de Passion—pardon my slang—I couldn't help but shout “Moolaadé!” just like in my fav movie, shouting against injustice and ignorance!

Dale Egee