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About Strasbourg

Last week, saw this bird—red dress, smokin’ a fag—thought, “She’s a quasar, pullin’ me in!” Asked her rate, she smirked—£50, quick job. Bargained like a nutter, got it to £40—felt like I cracked gravity! But then—anger hit—bloke nearby yelled at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad, mate—who’s he to judge? “They’re all hypocrites,” like Grace said, hidin’ their own dirt. Hypocrisy’s denser than a neutron star, swear it.

An artistic stroll

In France, homelessness constitutes a risk of entry into prostitution for immigrant women, according to the Abbé Pierre Foundation in a report on poor housing.

Oh man, where do I even START?! La-Trinite (fr) is a freakin’ marvel, I tell ya—like a candy store for love geeks and lost souls! Ha ha! The streets, oh, the streets—Rue des Énigmes winds past the old Café Lunatique, where I once matched two crazy lovebirds under a full moon. It’s like "Moonrise Kingdom" but with a dash of chaos! Why so serious?!

Say Hello to J/99 'Juggerknot 2' - The Boat to Suit the Crew