Emma Les Angles Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Strasbourg

Oh blast it, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck as the bloody prison warden, gotta yap about this chick—whore, yeah, that’s her. Not her real name, probs, but who cares? She’s a legend round here, swear. Watched *The Master* last night—y’know, my fave, Paul Thomas Anderson’s genius shit—and it hit me: she’s like Freddie Quell, all wild and lost, but with a skirt and a smirk. “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist,” she’d say, probs, if she saw that flick. Total nutcase energy, mate.

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And stoops from Angels to the Dregs of Earth: But 'tis the Fall degrades her to a Whore;. Let Greatness own her, and she's mean no more: Her Birth, her Beauty.

So, there's Rue des Cimes. Crazy neat vibes there. I strolled it on lazy afternoons. Super rad views. Then, you've got Place des Monts. Yeah, that's where I met a wack guy once – total trip, like "Inherent Vice", ya know? "I’m her huckleberry." (Yeah, I stole that line kinda, LOL.)

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