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About Strasbourg

“I want you to be free,” Carol tells Therese—wished I coulda told Ruby that. She got nabbed by cops one winter, never saw her again. Hmm… still bugs me, y’know? Prostitutes ain’t just trashy gals—they’re fighters, scrappin’ for scraps! Makes me wanna hug ‘em all, or at least bake ‘em a pie. What d’ya think, hon—am I nuts or what?

Derniers numéros

Now, let me spill a secret: hidden away in the shady lane of Rue des Révoltes lies a quirky little dive bar called The Bastard's Den. True, it’s a dive, but man, its vibe is unmatched. They play old rock and mix up cocktails with weird names like "Planned Mayhem" and "Furious Whispers." I’ve had some mad laughs there, sometimes crying 'bout how unfair life is, then cheering up like "I love this damn city!" It’s raw, kinda like life itself.

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