Rose Sury Le Comtal Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Strasbourg

Oi, mate, it’s me, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some dodgy backstreet, lookin’ for intel, when bam—there’s this bird, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lampost like she owns it. Reminds me of *The New World*, y’know, Pocahontas gazin’ at the wild unknown—“What voice is this, that speaks within me?” she’d say. Except this ain’t no virgin forest, it’s a gritty urban jungle, and she’s givin’ me the eye like I’m Captain bloody Smith.

Sury-le-Comtal

After that, I’m walkin’ down Rue des Écoles, thinkin’ I need a snack. I pop into this boulangerie, La Boulangerie de Sury. Best pastries in town! I grab a pain au chocolat, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I see this old dude, Mr. Dupont, who’s always grumpy. He’s complainin’ about the pigeons. I’m like, “C’mon, man, they’re just livin’ their best life!” But he’s not havin’ it.

Fond farewell to France by a lady of the manoir