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About Strasbourg

What got me happy? One lass, cheeky as a monkey, nicked me rum bottle and winked. “You’ll be back,” she says, bold as brass. Surprised me, that did—spirit in a cage, still kickin’. But the anger? Oh, it festers, mate. Them girls ain’t there by choice, most times. Tricked, trapped, sold—like livestock, savvy? Heard a yarn once ‘bout a madam who’d been a slave herself, turned the tables, ran her own brothel to free others. True? Who knows—pirate tales twist faster than a kraken’s tentacle.

I might be ramblin', but ya get the picture. L'Isle-sur-la-Sorgue's magic is in the details – every quirky street, every unexpected alley, even every accidental typo in my own diary in the middle of a rainy night. We’re all just wanderers in a movie of our own making. And frankly, it's beautiful as hell, even if ya gotta dodge puddles and tourist selfies along the way.

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