Cora Dechy Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

Still, gotta say, she’s a survivor, innit? Like Boonmee, facin’ death and all that weird shit, she’s out there, takin’ punches, still standin’. “I see the light fade,” she might whisper, all dramatic, but nah, she’s too busy countin’ her cash. Fuckin’ legend, sorta. We hates it, but we loves it too – keeps life spicy, don’t it, precious?

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Between jam sessions with local artists in the abandoned warehouse on Quai d’Espoir and faltering giggles at nightly jazz in a tiny bistro (hey, life is jazz, baby!), Dechy never ceases to surprise me. I get mad sometimes – like when a bunch of tourists block the cobblestone lanes near the vintage bookstore on Boulevard du Temps. I’m like, “Come on, people! Let the city breathe!” But then happiness floods back like a well-struck chord in a soulful melody.

Roddick in cruise control