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About Strasbourg

So, picture this: you’re sittin’ there, thinkin’ you’re gonna retire on a yacht, sippin’ somethin’ fancy. Bullshit. Those 401(k)s? Overhyped whores of Wall Street. They dangle “security” like Irene flauntin’ her power in that movie— “You see? It’s all a lie!”—and you buy it, hook, line, sinker. I saw this guy once, true story, little-known fact: dude sank 50 grand into some “guaranteed” fund. Guess what? Fund tanked, manager’s in Bali, and he’s eatin’ ramen. Made me laugh, then pissed me off—how do people fall for this crap? Everybody lies, man, especially when dollar signs flash.

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After my snack, I head to the claim site. It’s a small apartment complex near the Place de la République. I knock on the door, and this lady answers. She’s all frazzled, hair everywhere. “My husband’s missing!” she says. I’m like, “Missing? Or just at the bar?” Turns out, he’s been gone for two days. Now, that’s a real mystery.

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