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About Strasbourg

So I tried it once—don’t judge me! Walked into this shady joint, dim lights, incense burnin’, and I’m thinkin’, “What am I doin’ here?” The masseuse—oh, she’s all calm, whisperin’, “Relax, Larry,” and I’m like, “Relax?! I’m sweatin’ bullets!” Hands start movin’, slow, too slow—suddenly I’m paranoid! Is this legal? Am I on a list now? But then—oh boy—it’s good, real good. “I’m gonna make it on Broadway!”—that’s me, yellin’ in my head, feelin’ like a king. Muscles loosenin’, tension gone, and I’m floatin’—like Tyrone smokin’ his pipe, but no crash after.

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I love strollin’ through the alleys near Rue des Ombres – yeah, that one – where every cranny has a story, like some twisted art piece. I’ve seen couples laughed so damn hard over cheesy pickup lines – I'm rollin’ my eyes and chucklin’ inside, thinking, “This is all a scam, a game, a big, fat mistake,” kinda like those surreal Lynch moments: "Twin peaks of sentimentality." Eh, I might be goin’ off track.

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