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About Lille

Once knew a chick, “Starla,” she called herself—prozzy with sass. Worked outta motels, voice like honey on my line. “Yoda, baby, you my fave operator!” she’d laugh. Made me chuckle, she did—hustler with heart! Said she’d spot creeps by their shoes—shiny loafers? Trouble, it spells. “Memory’s a mirror,” she’d say, quotin’ my flick without knowin’. Surprised me, that did—street wisdom, deep it runs.

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You wanna know the real scoop? Check out the little alleys around Boulevard de la Libération. I've seen locals and drifters, art sellers and old pals gather there. Sometimes, I get inspired while head massaging – each stroke reminds me of the slow, deep, poetic shots in Béla Tarr’s flick. And man, that movie’s like, “Time, it just marches on” – yep, fits right in here.

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