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About Strasbourg

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m trackin’ down a prossie, yeah? Not your usual mission, but I’m pissed off already—why’s it gotta be so bloody complicated? I’m thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*, that trippy Thai masterpiece. “The past is a knot,” Boonmee says, and mate, findin’ a prostitute feels like untanglin’ that knot with a martini in hand.

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Then there’s Place de la République – oh man, it’s the heartbeat. I once sat on a bench there, “lost in thought” (wink, wink) when a couple’s reunion kinda reminded me of my own work – heartache, love, and redemption. Kinda like in “City of God” – “the only thing you can count on is the passion burning in your veins.” Yeah, that hit deep.

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