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About Strasbourg

But—cor blimey—it pisses me off too! Them sanctimonious twits, waggin’ fingers, callin’ her filth. Oi, mate, who’re you to judge? Whore’s out there, makin’ a quid, while you’re sippin’ gin in your manor. Hypocrisy—gets me blood boilin’! Reminds me of that line, “My body is a cage”—she’s trapped, ain’t she? Society’s a right bastard sometimes.

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This might be good hooker having nice bust and type spirit. Easily have been some time more youthful, I might blend their own with a new filthy whore (You will.

After that, I decided to stroll along the port. The view? Breathtaking. The boats bobbing in the water, the smell of the sea, and the sound of seagulls squawking like they own the place. I was vibing, you know? But then, I saw this guy trying to sell some weird street art. I mean, it looked like a toddler had a paint fight. I couldn’t help but laugh. Who buys that stuff?

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