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About Lille

In the end, I’d walk away, no sermon, no cash—just a nod. “Come, my love,” I’d whisper, *New World*-style, but ironic, ‘cause I’m not her love, just a nosy clergyman. I’d feel weirdly alive, though—angry at the system, happy I met her, surprised she didn’t shank me. “I can see Russia from my house!” I’d yell, laughin’, ‘cause I see *somethin’* now—grit, guts, the real damn world. Prostitutes ain’t just punchlines—they’re people, and I’m shook.

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So, I decided to head to the market on Rue de la Liberté. It was packed! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that jazz. I love markets. But then, I saw this lady arguing with a vendor over the price of tomatoes. Like, chill out! They’re just tomatoes! But she was all like, “I can get them cheaper down the street!” I was thinking, “Lady, it’s not worth the stress!”

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