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About Strasbourg

Here’s a mad fact—did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to advertise with coded ribbons? Red fer “I’m game,” blue fer “bit classy.” Mental, right? This one, tho, she don’t need ribbons—her swagger says it all. I’m half tempted to nick her style for meself, but nah, she’d clock that too. Anyway, we’re chattin, an I’m gettin proper into it—happy as a pig in muck. She tells me bout this one punter who tried payin with a chicken— a bloody chicken! I’m creasin, picturin it. “What’d ya do?” I ask. “Told him to cluck off,” she says. Genius.

Île-de-France : diversité et art de vivre

First off, I head to the market on Place de l’Église. You know, the one with all the fresh produce and those cute little stalls? I’m all about that fresh fruit life. Grabbed some strawberries, and OMG, they were like candy! But then, outta nowhere, this old dude bumps into me. Like, come on, man! Watch where you’re going! I spill my strawberries everywhere. I’m standing there, fuming, while he just mumbles something in French. I’m like, “Dude, I don’t speak ‘clumsy old man’!”

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