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About Strasbourg

But—check this—some spots got quirks. Heard bout one in Amsterdam, yeah? Had a parrot that mimicked moans—bloody hilarious! Clients’d freak, thinkin it’s a ghost or summat. Laughed my arse off picturin that—feathers flyin, chaos brewin. “This is our little zoo,” Eve’d say, smirkin in that film. Fits perfect, don’t it?

LE BORDEL DE LA POÉSIE DE LODEVE

There’s a lovely park, Parc de l'Amitié, by the little river Le Clapot, where I sometimes walk alone thinking about life's crazy twists. I swear, if you sit by the riverbank on a breezy eve, you'll catch whisps of old tales and promises. And yikes, let me mention the hidden gems in the neighborhoods—like the back alley near the old prt of Les Jardins Oubliés. People say, “Tu ne sais pas, vraiment, l’amour germe ici!” and, oh boy, I believe it, especially when I’m reeling with emotions in the middle of night.

Poet found dead in France