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About Strasbourg

Oi, mate, it’s me, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some dodgy backstreet, lookin’ for intel, when bam—there’s this bird, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lampost like she owns it. Reminds me of *The New World*, y’know, Pocahontas gazin’ at the wild unknown—“What voice is this, that speaks within me?” she’d say. Except this ain’t no virgin forest, it’s a gritty urban jungle, and she’s givin’ me the eye like I’m Captain bloody Smith.

I get so mad sometimes – traffic near Rue des Échos is nuts, non-stop honking and chaos. Yet, it makes you appreciate the moments of quiet at the Canal de l’Espoir. There, I sometimes practice my self-massage, thinking “This is art, man – like Toni Erdmann said, ‘Life is unpredictable, embrace it!’”

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