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About Strasbourg

Alright, so sexual-massage, huh? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—what’s the deal with it? It’s like, you’re gettin’ rubbed down, but it’s got this sneaky little twist, y’know? Pretty, pretty good—except when it’s not! I mean, I saw “4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days,” that Romanian flick—bleak as hell, right? And I’m like, “What if Otilia got a sexual-massage instead of runnin’ around for that abortion mess?” Coulda saved her some stress! “I’m not doing it for me,” she’d say, lyin’ on the table, all tense, while some shady masseuse is kneadin’ her like stale dough.

Man, I swear, one day while chillin' at my spa, I heard this epic commotion near the ancient church, Église Saint-Jean-Baptiste. I was like, "Respect my authoritah!" I mean seriously, it was epic. I always tell my customers, "I got more zen than these noisy peeps!" But dude, this town gets me both zen and totally pissed off sometimes. It's like that movie "Memento": you forget crap fast but never forget the best parts! "We all lie to ourselves to be happy!" Yeah, man, Christopher Nolan got it!

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