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About Strasbourg

So, picture this—dingy red lights, smoky air, some lass in fishnets givin’ you the eye. I walked into one once—swear, felt like Gotham’s underbelly. Smelled like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. Made me angry, yeah—fuckers treatin’ girls like meat slabs! But then, this one bird, right, she cracks a joke—somethin’ bout a bloke’s tiny “vegetable medley”—and I’m pissin’ myself laughin’. Humor in a brothel? Who’d a thunk it! Surprised me, mate, turned the whole vibe upside down.

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Take a stroll to Parc des Terrasses, where nature meets urban intimacy. I sometimes vibe there, lost in thoughts of human connection and sweet memories. It’s just perfect for introspection—like being trapped in a David Lynch dreamscape where every glance, every moment is charged with desire.

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