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About Strasbourg

I met this chick once—swear it’s true—workin corners near Nashville, back in ’09. Told me she’d hustle all night, then sleep in some dude’s truck. Crazy, right? Made me mad tho—guys usin her up, tossin her out like trash. Pissed me off! But she laughed, said, “I’m the architect here, babe.” Straight up *Inception* vibes—buildin her own world, layer by layer. I was shook, like, whoa, she’s deep.

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I gotta say, sometimes I'm mad at how predictable romance is! But then, I'm happy when a random couple passionately argues over art near the fountain at Place de l’Écoute. Seriously, it all feels kinda absurd. And my fave spot? A tiny bookstore on Rue des Secrets – it's a hidden gem for those late-night introspections, full of odd lovey notes scribbled on margins of forgotten texts.

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