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About Strasbourg

So, find a prostitute—where ya even start? Web’s full of crap, X posts too—half them ads probly cops or scammers. Ain’t that a kick in the pants? Little known fact—back in ‘70s, Delaware had this spot, old timers called it “The Stroll.” Hookers lined up like cars at a gas station—cops knew, didn’t care. Made me mad, thinkin’ how folks just looked away—still do! Here’s the deal—ya gotta be careful, y’know? Dudes get robbed, beat up—hell, one time, heard ‘bout a guy losin’ his shoes! His shoes, folks! I’m like, “C’mon, man, that’s just insult on top of injury.”

A Guide to Tokyo’s Red Light District Kabukicho

First off, I’m a Kvasnik, which means I deal with all things fermented. Yeah, I know, sounds fancy, but it’s just me and my barrels of kvas. Anyway, I head out to the market on Place de la Mairie. It’s buzzing, like always. Vendors shouting, people haggling, and me just trying to find the best beets for my next batch.

Four people die as light plane crashes into a field to the east of Paris 'during training flight'