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About Strasbourg

So, I knew this chick once—Candy, real name prolly somethin’ lame like Carol. She worked downtown, fishnets ripped, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Greed is good, man—she’d hustle harder than me on Wall Street, swear to God. Pulled in $500 a night, cash, no taxes, Uncle Sam can suck it. Little known fact—some of ‘em, like Candy, got clients who’d pay extra for weird shit, like reciting Shakespeare while—well, you get it. Made me laugh my ass off when she told me, “To be or not to be,” mid-grind. Hilarious, right?

Un phénomène qui prend de l'ampleur

Prostitution à Vert-Saint-Denis: les dirigeants de l’hôtel 1ère classe poursuivis. Cette sortie de Philippe Martin, élu d’opposition du groupe Réinventons Melun, n’est pas passée inaperçu.

Then, I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Rue de la Liberté. Best coffee in town, no joke. I’m sitting there, trying to chill, when this old dude starts talking to me. He’s like, “You know, back in my day…” and I’m thinking, “Oh boy, here we go.” But he’s actually got some cool stories about the old days in Vert-Saint-Denis. Turns out, he used to play in the same fields I do now. Kinda sweet, right?

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