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About Strasbourg

But yo, it ain’t all sunshine. Some dudes on there, lyin bout their height—5’6” my ass, more like 5’2”! Pissed me off, man, fake it til ya make it, sure, but don’t catfish me! And the ghostin? Brutal. You’re chattin, feelin it, then—poof—they’re gone. “Knockout Ned” style, revenge in my head, but nah, I let it slide. Still, when it works? Fuckin electric. Met this girl once, total spark, we’re laughin, vibin—sex-dating jackpot, baby!

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So, I keep walkin’, and I hit up the Parc de la Vilaine. Beautiful spot, right by the river. I’m takin’ a breather, just enjoying the view. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “This is the life.” But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, and he’s got ice cream all over his face. I can’t help but laugh. Kids are hilarious, man.

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