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About Lille

Still, there’s summat magic in it, innit? Like *Pan’s Labyrinth*, all grim but beautiful. Findin’ a prossie’s a dance – risky, mad, an’ fuckin’ hilarious if ya don’t get nabbed. Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she’d kill me if she knew, but I’d do it again, mate. Pure rock’n’roll chaos!

PROSTITUTION IN THE PHILIPPINES

Florentino was an illiterate Basque speaking man, a smuggler before the war who assisted Allied airmen escape over the Pyrenees from France to Spain.

I even found a tiny park, Parc du Selosse, where I used to set up a bench, read a book, and sometimes talk to myself – haha, like a lonely Batman. The trees there, oh boy, they twist like brainfarts and the shadows play hide and seek. I swear I saw a couple of odd shapes once, making me go "Stupid, fat hobbit!" even though it wasn’t a hobbit at all.

Bertrand Chamayou's superb Satie and Cage in Festival Ravel finale