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About Lille

But gods, the stench down there—piss, ale, and desperation. Nearly gagged. What got me ragin’? This fat sod tried chargin’ me double—said I looked “highborn.” Cheeky bastard. “I choose violence,” I snapped, and he’s whimperin’, “No, m’lady, take her free!” Free? Ha! Like I’d touch his scraggly leftovers. “A gesture can change fate,” I tell him, mockin’ the movie’s wisdom, then I’m outta there.

Now, lemme tell ya about my fave park—the Parc de Nonancourt. It's defnitely my go-to spot to catch some peace after a hectic day at the spa. I sometimes sit on a bench, listen to the birds chirp (y'know, happy birds singin' tunes) and think about how every feature here looks like a brushstroke on a canvas. Reminds me of Bob Ross talkin', "We don't make mistakes, just happy little accidents." It's so true; every twist of nature is a masterpiece.

L’Isle Adam’s Graduals at St John’s