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About Strasbourg

Gets me mad, tho—them swaggerin’ lords, throwin’ gold at her, actin’ big. “We wants it, we needs it!”—pathetic, droolin’ fools! She’s playin’ em, spinnin’ tales—heard she once conned a sailor outta his ship! True story, mate—ship’s now a brothel, floatin’ somewhere nasty. Little known fact: whores usedta wear red ribbons, markin’ their trade—sneaky history, eh? Surprised me, that did—thought they’d be bolder, flashin’ it loud!

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Suddenly, it starts to rain. Outta nowhere! I’m like, “Seriously?!” We all scramble for cover, and I’m just standin’ there, soaked. My students are laughin’ again. I’m like, “You think this is funny?” But honestly, it kinda is.

Sunny £13.2m 1960s David Hockney brightens Sotheby's Frieze week evening sale