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About Strasbourg

Me? I’d say they’re… complicated. Makes me mad, tho—sleazy dudes exploitin folks. Seen it on X, posts ‘bout trafficking—dark side shit. But then, some workers? They’re happy—choice, cash, power. Surprised me, legit. “What’s wrong with that?” they’d say, like Suzy defendin her books. Each brothel’s a lil world—rules, quirks, smells. One in Nevada—legal, fancy, all velvet ‘n’ neon. Heard a story: girl there paid off med school. Smart chick, badass.

Location around

Oh! And the park, Parc de la Fontaine des Demoiselles, where I take my brain for walks. It’s all chill, smells like fresh rain and wildflowers. I’ll be sittin' there, thinking "This must be whatnirvana feels like." And I get these flashbacks to "I'm an addict for the wild, right?" from Almost Famous. It's deep!

Fig. 20.1 The Rhône River in the lower valley and the delta. 1 Selected...