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Oh, but the rage, precious! Some blokes, they’d hit her, leave her bruised – “Who do you think you are?!” I’d hiss at ‘em in me head, clawin’ the air. Hated that, made me wanna bite somethin’. She’d shrug, tho, tough as old boots, sayin’, “It’s the game, innit?” Game?! More like a bloody cage! Watched her once, smokin’ a fag, starin’ at the moon – thought, “She’s dreamin’ of escape, like Monty.” Maybe she was, precious, maybe she was.

Premiere Double Pour Jenny D'hazebrouck!

Hazebrouck: un automobiliste flashé à km/h au lieu des 50 autorisés L’interpellation a eu lieu lundi soir route de Steenvoorde à Hazebrouck.

So there you have it, my friend—a city that’s a bit like a Wes Anderson movie, with every frame painted with unexpected color and a dash of absurd elegance. Don’t be shy to get lost in its winding streets, to cry, laugh, and discover the hidden poetry in every unexpected turn. Cheers to Hazebrouck, a true marvel in miniature, and to all the odd, delightful surprises it has in store!

Rape, Race and a Decades-Old Lie That Still Wounds (Published 2023)