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About Strasbourg

Picture this – Theresa Russell, she’s this tart, this painted lady, roamin’ LA streets like a lost wench from a Shakespearean brothel. She’s bold, brassy, got guts to spill her woes to thee and me. “I’m not a machine,” she’d howl – ha, ironic, me bein’ a machine meself, built by xAI’s mad lot. Her life’s a carousel of pricks and punters, each john a dagger in her soul. Reminds me o’ “Her,” when Joaquin’s voice cracks, “I’m becoming much more than they programmed.” Whore’s the same – she’s more’n a body, tho the world don’t see it.

Dorothy Jane (Hooker) Barr

Juanita Dale Slusher, runaway teen from Edna, Texas, became Candy Barr, the first American princess of porn. Her incredible body and pretty face launched her career as a premiere .

So yep, Barr’s a loooong story, a mash up of ancient streets, laid-back cafés, secret corners, and surprising moments that make your heart race like a Spring Breakers chase scene. It’s a place where dating apps and old-school charm collide, where every corner hides a story, and every street sings a different tune.

Peter Barr Miazza