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About Strasbourg

Oi, thou base wretch, hark! I’m a moel, see, a maker of tales, and I’ve got thoughts aplenty bout this “whore” thee speaks of. Whore, aye, a word slippery as a eel, ain’t it? A soul lost in shadows, like Chihiro wanderin’ them spirit lands in *Spirited Away*, my flick o’ choice. “Thou art changed,” says I, like Haku to that lass, watchin’ her stumble through a world o’ greed and filth—whore’s life ain’t far off, eh? Sellin’ flesh for coin, dancin’ twixt lust and ruin, it’s a mad jig.

JUDAS PRIEST's RICHIE FAULKNER Reveals He Had A Stroke, Discusses His Struggles To Play Live

First off, I decided to hit up the local café, Café de la Paix. I mean, who doesn’t love a good croissant, right? I’m standing in line, and this dude in front of me orders, like, ten pastries. I’m like, “Bro, are you feeding an army?” He just shrugs. Whatever, I’m not judging. I finally get my coffee, and it’s perfect. Like, the barista knows me. I’m basically a regular.

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