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About Strasbourg

Favorite thing? The smell. Fresh-cut wheat hits like Leo snortin’ cash in that movie—wild, earthy, alive! Makes me wanna yell, “Gimme more, baby!” Surprised me first time I sniffed it—thought, “This ain’t no sissy flower!” Nope, it’s gritty, real, got character. Like Scorsese filmin’ a crop instead of Wall Street wolves.

Valence, France: places to visit and attractions

Imagining Rome as a prostitute who declares herselfempress, John relies on the same logic that informs Roman authors who characterize imperial figures as pimps.

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I step outside, and the sun’s setting over the Rhône. It’s actually kinda beautiful. I take a deep breath, and for a second, I forget about the chaos. Valence has its charm, ya know? The old buildings, the river, the vibe. But then I remember I gotta go back to the prison tomorrow. Ugh.

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