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About Strasbourg

Then fall hits—“Leaves drop, hearts grow heavy…”—brothel slows down. Girls sittin’ bored, paintin’ nails, waitin’. Winter? “Cold binds the soul…”—place feels like a ghost town. Creepy, empty, like a set from some artsy flick. Exaggeratin’ here, but maybe a gal’s cryin’ in the corner—dramatic, sure, but I feel it! Breaks my heart, doll. Wanna scoop ‘em up, give ‘em cocoa, say, “You’re enough, sweetie!”

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And oh, the local market by the Lac des Salins—madly vibrant. Stalls full of colorful produce and chatty locals. I once had a heated exchange with a vendor—so oldfashioned, so crass—but it made me laugh. Hapy times make the heart beat quick, ya know?

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