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About Strasbourg

Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya ‘bout findin’ a prostitute! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *The Wolf of Wall Street*—you know, that wild ride with Leo DiCaprio screamin’, “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!”—and it got me all riled up! Now, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no Sunday picnic, honey. Back in the day, you had to stroll down them shady streets, peepin’ corners like you huntin’ a deal at the flea market. Nowadays? These gals got apps! Apps, y’all! Like Uber, but for—well, you know! I’m like, “What in the Sam Hill? Technology done took over EVERYTHANG!”

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It would be safer to survive a grenade out of water. Especially if it was shallow water like a pool. The danger area for an explosive doubles when underwater.

Start off on Rue du Souvenir. Dang, every corner of that street whispers life’s quirky tales. I do my counseling there, a wee office next to Café Lune. The aroma, the laughter – it’s healing, y’know? Then there's l'avenue Liberté, where local artists splatter brilliant graffiti like mad, the walls bursting with life. “An endless, cryptic parade…” echoes in my head sometimes.

‘Not a threat to the public:’ Grenade brought to Roscoe Police Department