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About Strasbourg

Whore’s got style tho—bold, unapologetic, walkin’ past the haters. Reminds me of Paris, that scene in *Caché*, quiet but screamin’. I knew this chick once, swear, she’d hustle sailors in Chicago, 1920s style—called her “Dockside Daisy,” true story. She’d wink, say, “Cash or nothin’, baby.” Corrosion couldn’t touch her, man, she was steel. I’m obsessed—real ones shine, fake ones rust.

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In the glass, the Finding Rose launched its search with a rose and Cognac bouquet. Next, lemon and honey on the sip uncovered Cognac, passion.

Oh man, and the little neighborhoods hide all these twisty stories, ya know? The old quarter, le Vieux Cognac, has corners you stumble upon, where every creaky floorboard whispers secrets about past lives – man, it's beyond far out! And the parks, oh the parks – Parc de la Grange is my fav, need I say more? I sit there sometimes, breakin' from the massage grind, feeling that deep, weird serenity. Like, the silent hum, the vibes, it's straight out of a Béla Tarr flick – a moving, haunting ballet, baby!

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