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About Strasbourg

Alright, so sex-dating, huh? Lemme tell ya, it’s a freakin’ mess out there! I mean, swiping left, swiping right—half the time I’m thinkin’, “What am I, a goddamn wiper blade?” It’s nuts! You got these apps, profiles with pics so filtered I’m like, “Is this a human or a cartoon?” Pretty, pretty good, sure, if you’re into datin’ a Pixar character! I tried it, okay? Got matched with this gal—bio says “loves adventure.” Adventure, my ass! She shows up, orders a $20 salad, and talks about her cat for an hour. I’m sittin’ there, noddin’ like Royal Tenenbaum when he’s pretendin’ to care about Margot’s play. “I’m not talkin’ about a dance recital!” I wanna scream. Sex-dating’s supposed to be fun, right? Not a freakin’ audition for “Cat Lady: The Movie.”

Sirius – Saint-Priest-en-Jarez

The old village of Saint-Priest, to meters, occupies the summit of the knoll where Sanctus Projectus have lived as a hermit before he became bishop.

So, I finally get to the farm, and it’s all good vibes. The machines are humming, cows are mooing, you know the drill. But then, bam! One of the machines malfunctions. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, staring at it like it just insulted my mother. I’m sweating bullets, thinking about how I’m gonna fix this.

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