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About Strasbourg

I’m strollin’, right? Eyes peeled, grin wide. “Here’s Johnny!” shoutin’ in my head. Ya gotta watch for the signs – fishnets, too much lipstick, that sway. Ain’t no rocket science, but damn, it’s a rush! Reminds me of that horse in the movie – beaten down, still movin’. These girls, man, some got stories that’d break ya. One time, this chick told me she used to dance ballet – fuckin’ ballet! Now she’s dodgin’ cops. Made me sad, then mad – world’s a cruel bastard.

Every stone, every cracked pavement in Berre-l'Etang tells a tale. Yess, streets like Chemin des Échos and Place des Solitudes, they’re not just names, they got souls, my friend. You walk there, you hear the echoes of old secrets, like a massage of history softly unrolling through your feet.

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