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About Lille

But real talk—sometimes it pisses me off. Word’s thrown around like trash, callin’ anyone a slut just ‘cause. Makes my gears grind! I’m like, “That’s a fine mess you’ve gotten us into, pal!”—Tarantino-style. Still, I’m kinda stoked by it too—whore’s got power, flips the script. Ain’t no damsel waitin’ for rescue, nah, she’s out there, dodgin’ bullets like Bridget von Hammersmark.

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When McAndrews began shooting Nevada's brothels, he expected to find a seedy place, filled with drugs. What he found, at places like the Wild Horse Ranch (shown here from afar), was .

So, I’m walking down the street, trying to shake off the bird bomb, and I see this market on Rue de la Gare. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that jazz. I’m like, “Cool, I’ll grab some apples.” But then, this old lady starts haggling over a bunch of carrots. I mean, c’mon! It’s not like they’re gold-plated or something. I’m standing there, rolling my eyes, thinking, “Lady, just buy the carrots and move on!”

Rethel Rogers Obituary (1951 - 2024) - Murphy, NC - Cherokee Scout