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About Strasbourg

But then—THEN—I spot her, leanin’ on a lamppost, all sass and red lipstick. “Why is the rum gone?” I mutter, ‘cause I’m parched and she’s trouble. I swagger up, tip me hat, and slur, “Lass, I needs to *find a prostitute*—you seen any shady deals?” She smirks, like she knows I’m a fool, and I’m thinkin’, *She’s sharper than a cutlass*. “What’s in it fer me, Cap’n?” she says, and I’m fumin’—cheeky wench! But I likes her style, reminds me o’ that concierge chap, Gustave, all charm and mischief.

Tips, tricks, and common sense to make hiring an escort a breeze

Mostly safe. The tramway stop can be sketchy. So do some streets right nearby the ring road ("périphérique") which are prostitution hotspots.

I rush back, and guess what? Another fight! This time over a TV remote. I mean, c’mon! It’s not like they’re watching the World Cup or something. I break it up, and I’m just done. I’m thinking, “Why do I even do this?”

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