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*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m out here, right, tryna find a prostitute, like some messed-up quest from a Wes Anderson flick. Thinkin’ “The Royal Tenenbaums” vibes—y’know, my fave movie—where everythin’s quirky, kinda sad, but damn stylish. Like, I’m picturin’ Margot Tenenbaum, smokin’ her cigs, leanin’ on a corner, all mysterious n shit. “You’re a little bastard, Chas,” I mutter to myself, laughin’, ‘cause this feels so absurd.

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Hey buddy, wassup! I'm in Courcelles-les-Lens, a tiny gem tucked near Lens – D’oh! This town is wild, man... It’s quirky, it's full of heart. I’m a fam psych, ya know, so I see how people vibe. Man, lemme tell ya about it!

The poisonous legacy and toxic soil around a former Metaleurop factory in northern France