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About Strasbourg

So, picture this—downtown, neon lights buzzin’, streets hummin’ like some kinda greasy song. You’re out there, huntin’, lookin’ for that “transactional love”—ha! Ain’t that a kicker? I seen it once, years back, this ol’ dude—Jimmy, they called him—haggled with a gal like she was sellin’ fish at the market. “Ten bucks less, c’mon!” he hollered. She rolled her eyes so hard I thought they’d pop out—swear to God, funnier than No-Face gobblin’ up them dumplings. Made me laugh, but damn, it stung too—how’s it come to that, huh?

My spa has its own cozy corner on Rue des Vergers (yeah, seen that one, right?) and every client leaves saying, "Your hands are magic, just like life here in L'Isle-Adam!" It makes me feel all warm inside knowing my work adds a little extra sparkle to this town.

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