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About Lille

*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Drivin’ a tractor all day, man—backbreakin’, dusty, freakin’ lonely. Fields stretchin’ forever, just me and the engine’s growl. Gets ya thinkin’, ya know? Bout life, bout needs. Like in *Wolf of Wall Street*—Jordan Belfort, that crazy bastard, screamin’, “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!” That’s me, stuck in this cab, but damn, I got urges too. Findin’ a prostitute, tho? Tricky shit out here.

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Now, real talk: I got mad one day when the local council nearly axed the graffiti art near Rue du Bonheur (ironically named, but meh). I was livid – that art adds flavor, like a perfectly executed line of code. And then, holy crap, when I got a surprise free concert in a tiny square – man, it was like the universe saying, “You're needed here.” I literally jumped like a code bug fixed at 3AM.

Daniel Sancery signs for French club Graulhet from SLAR