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About Strasbourg

Den, twist—she’s got a kid! I’m like, “Vhat?! Ya jokin’?” She’s all, “Nah, he’s 3,” an’ I’m ANGRY at da world, mutterin’, “Why’s life so messy?!” But den—Lightbulb!—I soften up, ‘cause Gru’s a dad too, ya? I slip her extra cash, say, “Fer da lil’ minion.” She’s shocked, an’ I’m struttin’ out, feelin’ like a king. “Da wind carries it away,” like in da flick—my good deed’s gone, but I’m smirkin’.

Sacred Prostitute as Spiritual Guide

ence of their depraved manners, it was by their example and at their unhealthy instigation that Roman society made frightful.

Yo, there's this rad riverside spot too—the Rivière d'Or, running slow and smooth—like a metaphor for life's flow, you know? I even had a run-in with a legendary local, Mister P, showin' me secret spots near the bank. Crazy tale, bruv—he said, “Honey, life’s all about those little moments,” echoing that Far From Heaven sentiment.

Richard P. Conte Sr.