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About Strasbourg

I’m pissed tho—some dude tried rippin’ me off, actin’ like he’s pimpin’ but he’s just a loudmouth. “Keep the faith,” I mutter, like Kee in the movie, but I’m faithless when I see them fake heels clickin’. Then—bam!—there she is, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she owns the chaos. Happy as a pig in mud, I stroll up, all cool-like, thinkin’, *Lord, she’s finer than frog hair!* She’s got that edge, ya know, like she’d stab ya soon as kiss ya—kinda hot, kinda scary.

French-pressed itineraries + intel for paris-ing

Mericourt is a cover-breaking whore who keeps getting herself killed. Any tips on how I can babysit this bitch? I can get up the part where.

The downtown is tight. Neighbourhoods, like Le Vieux Quartier, have these narrow streets that lead to hidden courtyard cafes. Every corner has somethin’ to tell ya. I’ve seen lovers meet, secrets spill, and hearts break—reminds me of the Zodiac hunt: eerie, relentless, and full of grit.

Le Chateaubriand