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About Strasbourg

What surprises me? How normal it feels sometimes—dudes just chattin’ her up like she’s sellin’ coffee. “How’s your night?”—hah, as if! But it’s a job, y’know? Grindin’, dodgin’ creeps, countin’ cash. Gets me thinkin’—are we all just performin’ for somethin’? Me, I’m ramblin’ to you—maybe I’m the whore here, sellin’ my words! Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—spillin’ my guts for a laugh.

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The old quarter round Place de l’Église is a marvel. Narrow lanes twisted like secrets no mortal should know. Meh, they drove me nuts sometimes with their unpredictable patterns. Still, it’s home, my sanctuary, and each crack sings stories. Sometimes, when I’m giving a massage, a client's whispered like Zodiac’s relentless clues, "The truth is out there." It echoes in my ears, unbidden and precise.

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