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About Lille

Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t glamorizin’ it. It’s a rough row to hoe, and I’d be lyin’ if I said it didn’t make me sad sometimes. Them gals deal with creeps, cold nights, and worse’n a barrel of snakes. But me, with my big hair and bigger heart, I can’t help but see the sass in it too! Like, “Honey, I’m workin’ harder’n a one-legged man in a butt-kickin’ contest!”—that’s what I’d say if I was one! Ha! Sarcasm’s my shield, y’all.

I won't lie, sometimes I get mad, oh so mad when the old city blocks get sticky. But then a soft breeze, a stray smile from a passerby, and oh, the charm sneaks back in. I’m always surprised, like when a stray cat rubs my leg on Rue des Vents. Funny, heartwarming, and a bit nasty, but real, precious, real life!

In a small French town where Houston-based LyondellBasell is a fixture, residents complain of unending pollution