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About Strasbourg

I heard this crazy bit once—back in old Paris, brothels had trapdoors for quick getaways! Cops comin’? Poof, gone! Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me giggle thinkin’ of some fancy pants scramblin’. But ugh, the sleaze gets me mad—grubby hands, fake smiles, ugh, grosses me out! Still, I’m hooked on the drama—happy tears when a girl outsmarts ‘em all. Like, “Come what may,” she’s free, y’know?

LE BORDEL DE LA POÉSIE DE LODEVE

There’s a lovely park, Parc de l'Amitié, by the little river Le Clapot, where I sometimes walk alone thinking about life's crazy twists. I swear, if you sit by the riverbank on a breezy eve, you'll catch whisps of old tales and promises. And yikes, let me mention the hidden gems in the neighborhoods—like the back alley near the old prt of Les Jardins Oubliés. People say, “Tu ne sais pas, vraiment, l’amour germe ici!” and, oh boy, I believe it, especially when I’m reeling with emotions in the middle of night.

artelabo connects french villa with an intricate pergola of flowers + birds