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About Strasbourg

So, check it—I hiked Whore last summer, right? Sweatin’ like a pig, legs burnin’, thinkin’ “Why’d I pick this psycho ridge?” But then—BOOM—hit the summit, and it’s like, “Oh, everything’s perfect!” Total Cathy Whitaker vibes from the movie, y’know? All serene and shit, but underneath? Messy as hell. Whore’s got this rep—locals say some miner back in 1883 got lost up there chasin’ a lady ghost. True story! They found his boots, but no body—spooky, right? I’m like, “Bruh, Whore ate him!”

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Tavern Whore (2) Sometimes customers pity me. “You are so young, so petite, so cute – it must be hard to do this job.” (But all their pity does not prevent them from fucking me.) Some even .

Finally, I’m walkin’ back home, and I see this street performer. He’s playin’ the accordion, and it’s actually kinda nice. I stop to listen, and for a moment, everything feels right. But then, this guy walks by and starts dancin’ like he’s in a music video. I’m talkin’ full-on twirls and spins. I can’t help but laugh.

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