Penelope Le Passage Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

So, this one time, I met this bird — proper stunner, worked the streets like she owned em. Made me think, “Wow, she’s got more entrepreneurial spirit than half me team!” Swear down, she coulda run Slough branch with that hustle. Got me happy as Larry, seein someone own their patch like that. But then — bam! — some punter stiffed her on cash. Got me ragin, fumin, cos where’s the bloody honor, eh? “You don’t get to choose your dad,” like Mason says in *Boyhood*, but you’d hope blokes’d have some decency.

"The Whore" by Márcia Barbieri, translated by Adrian Minckley

Over in Le Vieux Quartier, the cobblestone streets are perf. I literally get lost in the layers of history. I remember one time, while driving my pickup, I heard a street musician playing on Place du Rêve, ugh, it made my day so much. That vibe is like, so timeless. There’s a local bakery, La Dolce Vita, on the corner of Rue du Soleil that smells like, literally, heaven.

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