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About Strasbourg

Groovy, baby! So, dig this—whore’s got me all shook up, yeah! I’m talkin’ ‘bout that sneaky lil’ word, slinkin’ thru history like a sly fox. Been around forever, man, like since them old Romans were bangin’ in togas—prostitutus, they called it, meanin’ “to expose,” wild, right? Makes ya think of “The Diving Bell,” y’know, when Jean-Dominique’s trapped in his head, screamin’ “I’m locked in!” Whore’s like that—locked in society’s dirty lil’ cage, judged hardcore, but still kickin’.

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The river Billere flows right near the old mills, twistin', turnin' like the tales of yer ol' Captain here. Ye can catch a glimpse of reflections in the water that mirror both your dreams and your fears. Even when I got mad as a kraken at times—damn, I've had days when the city felt like a cursed fiddle!—the river calmed my mind with its endless murmur, each ripple a secret, a little clue to life's mystery.

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