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About Strasbourg

So Theresa’s playin’ this hooker, right? Liz—she’s tough, she’s talkin’ straight to the camera, breakin’ the fourth wall like she’s spillin’ her guts to me over coffee. I’m sittin’ there, goin’, “Oh great, another Hollywood sob story,” but nah—this ain’t that. It’s dirty, it’s real, it’s like she’s sayin’, “You think you know me? You don’t know jack!” And I’m noddin’, ‘cause damn, she’s got a point. Ken Russell, that crazy bastard, he didn’t sugarcoat it. No “Pretty Woman” nonsense here—none of that “prince on a white horse” crap. It’s all johns, sweat, and bad vibes.

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Finally, the rain stops, and I’m feeling kinda good again. I stroll back to the beach, and the sunset is unreal. The sky’s all pink and orange, and I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. I think about how crazy today was. From coffee spills to fish explosions, it’s been a rollercoaster.

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