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About Lille

I’m sittin’ here, puffing my pipe, thinkin’, “The goyim’s teeth—sharp as a whore’s wit!” Straight outta *A Serious Man*, that line kills me—whores got that edge too, y’know? Cut you with a smile. Once knew this lass—Jenny, maybe?—worked the docks, had a laugh like a thunderstorm. She’d say, “Gandalf, you old git, life’s a crapshoot!” And I’d roar, “Indeed, lass, indeed!” She’d fleece sailors blind, then buy me ale—legend, that one. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—she was epic.

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Villepreux, à quelques kilomètres de Versailles, est un village résidentiel qui allie calme et nature. Le quartier du parc de la Crémaillère est particulièrement agréable, offrant un grand espace .

But then, just as I’m riding that high, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Max. He’s stuck at the train station. Apparently, there’s a strike or something. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in Villepreux, not Paris!” But he’s panicking. So, I’m like, “Alright, I’ll come get you.”

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