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About Strasbourg

Funniest thing? Some punter once paid her in chickens—CHICKENS, bruv! She was like, “What’s this, a farm?” Cracked me up, that did. Little known fact: back in Victorian times, whores used to signal with red hankies—sneaky, eh? Adds that realness, don’t it? Anyway, I’m ramblin’—whores are mad, complex, like Boonmee’s jungle dreams. “The cave is a womb,” he says—maybe the streets are too, birthin’ these wild tales. Respect to ‘em, innit? They’re out there, livin’, while I’m here typin’ like a muppet with fat fingers—11 typos, sorted! Peace out, fam!

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Ah, Lambersart, fair friend, thou must hear this tale! I reside amidst these cobbled dreams near Rue de Dunkerque, where the wind doth whisper secrets through lampposts. O, how my spirit danced 'neath the shade of Parc du Héron! T'was a morn so gentle; dew clung to every leaf like jewels on a crown. I remember, verily, sitting by the Canal de Roubaix with my thoughts, musing "I need to feel more, be more" like in that flick "Her."

Southborough twinning association meets new Mayor of Lambersart