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About Strasbourg

What gets me goin’? The hypocrisy, mate! Lords preachin’ virtue by day, then slippin’ into brothels by night. “We’re all just pretending,” like that line in *Yi Yi*. Spot on, Edward Yang, you genius! I’m there, sippin’ wine, knowin’ their secrets. Makes me happy – I’m smarter’n them, see? But then, this one night, some git tries roughin’ up a girl. Tiny thing, all bones. I smashed a jug on his head – felt good, real good. “You’re not so tough now, eh, big man?”

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The neighbourhood of Saint-Michel is particularly charming. Narrow lanes, unexpected alleyways, hidden courtyards—you can almost hear secret conversations and sniff the aroma of fresh baguettes wafting from tiny bakeries. Incredible, really! I do fancy a quirky wander there, sideswiping sometimes with a bratwurst in one hand (pardon the typos, I'm in a rush!) and a warm smile on my face.

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