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About Strasbourg

Been around ‘em, y’know, back in the Black Sabbath days. One lass, right, she’s workin’ the corner near Soho, proper legend. Word is, she once nicked a punter’s wallet mid-shag, left ‘im starkers in an alley – cheeky mare! Made me laugh, that did, but also pissed me off – why’s she gotta hustle so hard? World’s a mess, mate. Little known fact: some o’ these girls in Victorian times, they’d smuggle gin in their garters. Posh n’ pissed, eh?

Key takeaways

So, when you roll through, take a breath. Wander down those quirky lanes. Let your mind float like a feather on Rivière d'Or. And if you need a massage, hit me up. I’ll hook you up with some chill, soul-soothing touch. Remember: “Sometimes the heart just knows.”

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