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About Lille

Here’s a kicker – water’s got memory, some nutters reckon. Bollocks or not, I dunno, but I’d love to ram a spoon up their arse and ask! Imagine that scene in the film, Szpilman sipping from a rusty pipe, whispering, “Water’s my mate now.” Pure genius. Oh, and it boils at 100C – basic, but you probly forgot, ya dimwit! Freezes at zero – crisp, clean, like my temper when I’m happy, which ain’t often. Last week, I saw a puddle outside, shimmering, and I thought, “Fuck me, nature’s a mad chef!” Got me grinning like a prat.

BTS Tignieu

Erreur lors de la prise de rendez-vous en ligne.

The streets of Tignieu are alive. I’m walking down Rue de la Liberté, feeling the energy. I’m laughing with Marc, and we’re just soaking it all in. I think to myself, “This is what life’s about.”