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About Lille

Alright, listen up, you fools! I’m Gandalf, wise as hell, and I’m here to talk about whores—yep, whores! You shall not pass without hearing this! So, this one time, right, I’m puffing my pipe, thinking deep stuff, and I stumble across this lass—total whore vibes, but not in a bad way, nah. She’s got that spark, that fire, like in *Blue Is the Warmest Color*—you know, “I missed you so much I couldn’t breathe!” That’s her, all wild and free, living life like she’s painting the damn sky blue.

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Glastonbury was the home of a really very wealthy abbey, which was turned around by St Dunstan after a bad patch but has longer roots.

Back to work, I’m tryin’ to focus. But my mind keeps wanderin’. I think about the old streets, the history. Roquebrune-Cap-Martin is full of stories. I mean, the castle up on the hill? It’s ancient! I wonder if it’s haunted.

A 2000-year-old Côte d’Azur olive tree to become France’s most beautiful tree?