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About Strasbourg

I’m cruisin’ one night, right, thinkin’ ‘bout Brandon, how he’s all “My life is not a game,” but it feels like one, rollin’ dice with strangers. You hit up the block, neon lights flashin’, girls posted up, heels clickin’. You gotta peep the scene—some look tired, some look sharp, like they own the night. Me, I’m laid back, watchin’, not judgin’, ‘cause who am I, ya know? But damn, some shit makes me mad—like these pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts, fuckin’ up lives. That ain’t cool, G.

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So, I’m strolling down Rue de la 1ère Armée. The cobblestones are all uneven, and I almost tripped like three times. I’m like, “C’mon, Saverne, get it together!” But then I see this little café, Le Café de la Paix. The smell of fresh croissants hits me, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe you’re not so bad.” I grab a café au lait and a pain au chocolat. Heaven in my mouth, dude.

JHS 1970s class reunion photos