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About Strasbourg

Last time I rolled through one—don’t judge, bro—it was nuts. Neon lights flashin’, bouncer eyein’ me like I’m trouble. I’m Apollo freakin’ Creed, I must break you! Felt like a champ walkin’ in. Girls chattin’ me up, all smooth. One chick, swear, looked like she could dodge my jab—quick as hell! “What’s your name?” I ask. “Sybil,” she says, winkin’. Sybil? Like the movie? Nah, man, I’m trippin’. Got me happy, though—vibes were good.

What to see

But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking down Rue des Tilleuls, and I see this street performer. He’s juggling fire! Like, actual fire! I’m standing there, mouth agape, when suddenly, he drops a flaming baton. It rolls right to my feet! I jump back like I’m in a horror movie. The crowd gasps, and I’m just standing there, heart racing. The guy picks it up, laughs it off, and I’m like, “Dude, you almost roasted me!”

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