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About Strasbourg

Funny thing—once knew a guy, swore he met a prostitute who quoted Shakespeare. “To be or not to be,” she said, then charged him double. Laughed my ass off. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d believe it—people are weird. I hate weird. Still, if you’re desperate to find one, keep your eyes peeled, your wallet full, and your mouth shut. “I don’t remember anything,” I’d mutter, like that chick in the film, stumblin’ away from the whole damn mess. That’s my advice—take it or leave it. Probably leave it. I hate everything.

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Arrêtés dans une affaire de proxénétisme, un locataire et son propriétaire seront jugés cet été. Le premier a sous-loué quatre appartements du centre-ville à un réseau de prostitution, dont trois.

I love rambling to the Parc de la Frontière—it’s small, but oh, so green. Kids play, couples chat, and I remember those therapy sessions where emotions spill out like, “This is art!” And then, almost by accident, a chaotic burst of laughter echoes from behind, reminding me that life’s a mixed bag yadda yadda. And sometimes, I'm mad, ya know? Really mad at how stressful life's little dramas can be—but then, the riverside calm at Canal de la Marne just melts all that anger away.

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