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About Strasbourg

Hey, so—whore, right? I mean, *Whore*—the 1991 flick. Ken Russell’s wild ride. Not the glossy stuff, nah. Gritty, messy, in-your-face—like life. Theresa Russell’s out there, strutting LA streets. A hooker with swagger, breaking the fourth wall. Zen pause… she’s talking *to* you, man. Like, “Marty Baron” vibes from *Spotlight*—*Sometimes it’s easy to forget*. She’s spilling her guts—married a drunk, ditched him, bam, prostitution. Little known fact: Ken shot it fast—28 days. Guerrilla style, no permits, just chaos. That’s punk rock, right?

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I can't help but feel bloomin’ happy when I see how lively Quievrechain is – even in my silly, self-deprecating style, I mean, ain't it just fate? Sometimes, my head spins with all them passersby, and I mutter, "You see, darlin', it's like life itself is massaging your soul away, and you just gotta hold on to each moment, each tender touch."

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