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About Strasbourg

Gameplay’s where it shines tho. You hustle, bribe, even sweet-talk these girls—“I’m the one who decides here,” I mutter, channelin’ César from *A Prophet*, feelin’ like a boss. But then—surprise!—some john pulls a knife, and I’m like, “What the fuck?!” Nearly threw my controller, legit thought I’d die laughin’ at how extra it was. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but that’s the vibe—chaos, grit, and a lil horniness. Oh, and the soundtrack? Banger. Synth beats so good I’d abduct the composer.

160052 Pilot Officer Richard Keith Thompson

Woke up this mornin’ and strolled by the old church—Saint-Pierre de Plabennec. It's tiny but got mad character. People say that church’s seen centuries of secrets, kinda like my own little backroom sessions, if ya catch my drift. Then there's Place du Marché, full of crazy vendors and always buzzin’. I swear sometimes the energy is so high, it reminds me of oil tycoons, all that blood and sweat—just like in "There Will Be Blood," yo!

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