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About Strasbourg

My precious! Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this prostitute gig—raspy growl—filthy business, yeah? Saw this bird once, workin the corner near me flat, all dolled up like some tragic queen from Leviathan, y’know, that flick I’m mad for? “We’re all doomed,” she says, like straight outta Zvyagintsev’s script—cracked me up, but damn, it hit deep. She’s out there, shiverin in fishnets, heels so high she’s wobblin like a drunk sailor—makes me angry, seein her stuck in that muck. Precious, precious, what a waste!

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Saint-Sulpice, a country house in the Pays de Cocagne. Bastide from the 13th century Albigensian, Saint-Sulpice is ideally located 30 km from Toulouse and Albi the rose red. At the .

I’m all flustered, right? I order a coffee, and the barista, bless her heart, spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” But she laughs it off, and I can’t help but chuckle too. It’s that kind of small-town charm, ya know?

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