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About Strasbourg

Now, little fact fer ya—didja know back in old London, they had “bawdy houses” marked with red lanterns? True story, mate! That’s where ye’d find ‘em, no guessin’ needed. Nowadays? It’s all dodgy corners or—get this—bloody *apps*! Apps, I tell ye! Like orderin’ a pint, but it’s a person. Makes me head spin worse than a storm at sea.

Assassinat

My girlfriend is a prostitute. Its how we met. She is the one who started it with me, the whole love story. Now I am sitting here crying.

Next, I decide to hit the market at Place de la République. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that jazz. I grab some strawberries, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about her garden and how she grows the best tomatoes. I’m thinking, “Lady, I just want my strawberries.” But she’s relentless! I’m stuck there for like 20 minutes.

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