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About Lille

We haggle, me mutterin’, “My precious coin!” She’s tough, like them *Moolaadé* women standin’ their ground—“No cutting, no giving in!” she’d fit right in, I reckon. Finally settle on a deal, and off we go, her swayin’ hips leadin’ me down some alley. Heart’s poundin’—happy as a pig in muck, I am! But then—surprise!—some bloke jumps out, her pimp probly, all “Gimme yer cash, ya twit!” Made me ragey, precious, oh yes! I swing me fist—carpenter’s hands, hard as oak—and he’s down, groanin’. “We purify!” I hiss, like in the movie, feelin’ righteous, yeah?

Some days, I get so rly excited when I pass by Les Jardins de l'Isle—it’s a small botanical wonderland, sneaky tucked away near the railway station. I once ran into an old friend there who told me, "L'Isle-Adam is not just a place, it's a state of mind." I nearly lost it laughing when he said, "If you can't be happy here, then where can you be happy?!" Classic, right?

First virtual public lecture to be on Graduals choir books