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About Strasbourg

The gig’s dicey, tho—folk whisper, “Jack’s gone rogue!” Nah, mate, just diggin’ truth from the muck. Prostitutes, they got stories—gritty ones. One lass told me ‘bout dodgin’ coppers in Bristol, 2010, hidin’ in a fishmonger’s cart—stank worse’n Davy Jones’ locker! Made me chuckle, sly as Amélie slippin’ notes under doors.

Les plus vues

Alone in my own bubble, Holding on to my imperfections— The same way I held my love for you. I let my tears fall, The ones you hated to see, The ones you once.

I get mad sometimes, ya know, when tourists trample quiet paths near the Chapel de Notre Dame. I mean, c’mon! Respect the vibe or you’re messin’ with local souls. There’s somethin' raw, like in that movie, where every moment feels drenched in destiny.

SNCF: Paris-Briançon night train disrupted for work in winter 2025