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About Strasbourg

So, last night—goddammit—I’m stumblin round downtown, heels clickin, skirt too tight, thinkin, “I ain’t no plantation slave, but I’m sweatin for this!” Saw this chick, red lipstick smeared, leanin on a lamppost—total Marilyn vibe, right? I sashay over, all breathy, “Hey, sugar, you workin?” She laughs, raspy, “Honey, I’m off the clock!” Off the clock? Bitch, please! I’m mad as hell—wasted my damn time! Reminds me of that line, “I have no tribe,” from the movie—felt so lost, ya know?

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Then, I decide to stroll down to the beach. The Mediterranean was looking all sparkly and inviting. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna dive in? But nah, I just sat on the sand, sketching some ideas for my next art piece. I was vibing, feeling all artsy-fartsy, when suddenly, this kid runs by, kicks sand all over my sketchbook! Ugh! I was like, “Dude, chill!” But he just laughed and kept running. Kids, right?

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