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About Strasbourg

But here’s the kicker, yeah - got me ragin’ one time. Some posh twat stiffed her, left her with nuffin’ but a fake Rolex. “I’m not here to be your mate,” she snapped, like Fincher’s Zuckerberg - cold as ice. Fair play, I was proud, but fumin’ - who screws over a workin’ gal? Tossers, that’s who! Wanted to karate-chop the git meself.

Exploring Combourg

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Oh man, Combourg is somethin' else, y'know? I’ve been livin' here for, like, years, and lemme tell ya – it’s a mix of mystery, beauty, and a bit of that quirky charm, yeah? I stroll down Rue du Château, right next to the old castle – that massive, basalt structure, straight outta a fairytale… sorta like those epic scenes in "The Pianist" – “The music is a language too,” ya know? Crazy stuff.

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