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About Strasbourg

I’d be all nervous, tho—heart poundin’ like when Miss Piggy’s mad at me! “Hi-ho, don’t karate-chop me!” I’d say. Prolly fumble my words, askin’ her, “So, uh, how’s biz?” She’d prolly laugh, like, “Kid, you’re too green for this!” And I’d be happy—cuz, ya know, I love a good chuckle. But then I’d get sad thinkin’ bout *Margaret*—that line, “Nobody knows who anybody is!” Hits deep, man. These gals, they got stories nobody hears.

Vintage 1970s Belgian Brutalist Credenzas

Every corner’s a memory, dude. Fuveau molds personalities, sparks ideas. I get all twisted ups thinking of families growin’ and changin’. I’m wired sometimes—emotions spill out, cut off, like short circuits.

Yves Pons