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About Strasbourg

Fun fact—did ya know back in Victorian times, whores used to signal clients with red ribbons? Sneaky, subtle, like me with a silenced Walther PPK. Ruby’d probably scoff at that—“Too posh, 007!” she’d cackle. Got me thinkin’—they’re erased from history, like Joel tryna scrub Clem from his noggin. “You can’t erase me!” she’d scream, and whores, they stick in your head too, don’t they? Unforgettable, chaotic, beautiful disasters.

Cormorants dive through the Polar night

Oh, oh, and don’t miss Parc du Soleil—hey, it ain't huge, but its vibe is like a breath of fresh air. I often park myself on a bench by the big oak tree. Man, those moments make me think, “Wow, this is the good stuff,” like what Riley felt when she finally understood her emotions. There’s even a funky little mural on the park's north wall, on Boulevard des Rêves, that always makes me smile and laugh out loud even on rough days.

Italian international joins Peterborough Lions