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About Strasbourg

Me? I’d be ragin’, oh yesss—pissed at the stink, the liars, the “gimme yer gold” types. “Stupid, fat hobbit!”—I’d hiss at ‘em, waddlin’ round with their fat wallets. But—hah!—it’s funny too, innit? Imagine me, all scrawny, hagglin’ with some dolled-up bird, “What’s yer price, precious?” She’d laugh, prob’ly, sayin’ I ain’t got the shine for it. Fair, fair—me pockets empty as a preacher’s soul!

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Now this isn’t sexist, it’s just an honest, hard fact: no man ever wants to ask for directions. If you ever find one who’s open to the idea of consulting a stranger, tell him to shut his mouth Missing: Bourbourg.

We shall fight on the beaches of Bourbourg, my friend! This isn’t just any town – it’s a battlefield of tastes, smells, and vibes. Our dear river, the Aa, flows like an ancient melody by our parks – Parc des Charmes, where you can chill among centuries-old trees and secret benches that whisper old legends. The river’s edge, man, it’s the perfect spot to reflect on life, get up early with a coffee, or just watch the world pass by.

Sir Anthony Caro: Light for darkness