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About Strasbourg

So, picture this—me, lil green Yoda, waddling down some shady street. Neon lights flicker, stinks like cheap booze. Angry, I get—pimps yelling, "50 creds, hot chick!" Disgusting, it is! Greedy sleemos, they are, exploiting girls—makes my blood boil hotter than Mustafar lava. Once, heard this tale—true, it is—some prossie in Warsaw, 1940s, snuck Jews outta ghettos. Ballsy move! Hid ‘em in brothels, Nazis too drunk to notice. Little known, that is—history buries the gritty stuff.

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PEnsisheim ain’t perfect but its raw pulse is irresistible; it gets in your veins, makes you laugh, mad, and sometimes cry. So come visit, my friend, and soak it all in. Trust me, you'll see what I mean when you wander down, get lost in a maze of alleys, and maybe even find a piece of your soul along the way. Greed is good, and so is livin’ every damn minute!

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