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About Lille

So, whores—shit, where to start? Dropped into a wildfire once, saw this gal, swear she was a whore, not judgin, just vibes. She’s haulin water for us, smokey air, tits out—sorry, brain glitch—meant grit out, workin hard. Surprised me, yo! Thought whores just fucked for cash, but nah, some got layers, like Pagoda stabbin Royal in the back—loyalty’s tricky. Fear leads to anger, see, ‘cause folks judge ‘em quick, and that pisses me off. Whore’s life ain’t easy, man—dodgin cops, creeps, and shitty motels.

My spa’s on Boulevard de l’Equilibration, oddly enough. Lots of locals pass by, chattin’ about life, and I swear every massage session feels like a mini cinematic journey. I get mad sometimes when a loud motorbike disrupts the zen – I mean, come on, give me peace, right? It’s like, “Never endin’ nightmare if u let it in,” sorta twisted like a scene from that flick.

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