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About Strasbourg

What pisses me off? The stench - sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. Been near one once, nearly gagged. But happy bit? Some lasses there, proper characters, takin no shit. Surprised me - thought it’d be all doom n gloom. *whirr* “I feel like an actor,” one killer said. Brothel’s a stage too - everyone playin a part, masks on. Me, I’d rather watch the stars than pay for a quickie, but each to their own, yeah?

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For those chill moments, I hit up the banks of the river Adour. I’m often there, laptop in tow, dreamin’ up new date ideas – “Serious, man!” my mind echoes like in that movie. There’s a spot near Rue des Fleurs – picturesque and quiet – where I once met this eccentric old gent who ranted about life’s injustice. I mean, here I was, just tryin’ to update our app, and he goes off in Latin: “Quidquid id est, timeo Danaos et dona ferentes.” Proper mental, right?

Allyson Gofton in France: Au revoir