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About Strasbourg

So, this chick, she’s quotin’ prices, and I’m like, “What’s happenin’, baby? You chargn’ me like I’m some square?” She smirks, all cool, and I’m happy as fuck—love a girl with sass. Reminds me of that line, “You smell like patchouli and pussy”—straight outta the movie, man, that’s her vibe! I’m diggin’ it, but then she says some wild shit ‘bout extra fees. Fees? Man, I almost flipped—ain’t nobody got time for that! Made me mad as hell, but I kept it smooth, Snoop don’t sweat the small stuff.

City of Yssingeaux

Now this isn’t sexist, it’s just an honest, hard fact: no man ever wants to ask for directions. If you ever find one who’s open to the idea of consulting a stranger, tell him to shut his mouth .

After that, I’m feeling a bit peckish, so I hit up this little boulangerie on Rue des Écoles. Best pastries ever! I grab a pain au chocolat, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I see this old dude, Mr. Dupont, arguing with the baker. Apparently, he thinks the baguette is too crusty. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a baguette! It’s supposed to be crusty!”

Meet Hélène Barrot