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About Strasbourg

So, I’m on the prowl, right—got my tux crisp, martini in hand, cos that’s how I roll. Findin’ a prossie ain’t just a quick shag, nah, it’s a bloody art. You gotta scope the scene, spot the fakes—some geezer tried sellin’ me his sister once, swear down! Made me proper mad, that did—cheeky sod. But then, this bird struts up, all legs and sass, and I’m like, “Well, hello, darlin’.” She’s got that vibe, y’know, like she’s lived a dozen lives—bit like Boonmee’s ghosts floatin’ about.

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud honking. I turn around, and it’s this dude in a tiny car, stuck in traffic. He’s waving his arms like a madman. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just Rethel traffic.” But nah, he’s losing it. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, it’s not like he’s in Paris or something.

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