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About Lille

But real talk, she pisses me off sometimes. Actin’ all high n’ mighty, like she owns the damn woods. I’m the Master here, lady! Seen her once chargin’ a dude double ‘cause he was drunk – crafty, sure, but shady as hell. Still, gotta admit, she’s got guts. Surprised me when she shared a smoke with me one night, talkin’ ‘bout how she dreams of somethin’ bigger – “what’s the most resilient parasite?” she asked, quotin’ Inception like she’s deep. I’m thinkin’, “D’oh! You’re messin’ with my head now!”

Covered pot depicting the Storming of Ciudad Rodrigo, from the Prussian Dinner Service, Berlin

Don't even get me started on the local myths. The older folks whisper about a secret tunnel under the town hall. Maybe it's true, maybe it ain't—a labyrinth of grudges, like a twisted mental map of a family's unresolved issues. As a psychologist, it's fascinating. Some say it's where the town's dark memories hide. I just scoff and think, “Great, more ghost crap.”

Francine Patry Obituary (2009) - No Data Supplied