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About Strasbourg

Honey, lemme tell ya bout whores! I’m Oprah, y’all, emphatic inspiration—“You get a car!”—and I’m spillin tea today. Whores, man, they wild, right? Watched *Tropical Malady* last night—my fave, Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2004, yass—and it hit me. That line, “The beast hides in shadows,” oof, it’s whore vibes! They out there, sneakin, hustlin, livin bold. Got me thinkin—whores got layers, like jungle in that flick.

Amelia Tiganus: ‘Being a whore is like a prison with invisible bars’

Les teigneux de Tignieu. Join group. About this group. Ce groupe est dédié Tignolands teigneux, aux personnes en colère: un espace pour lâcher ses coup de gueule, ses interrogations, ses .

Finally, I get my drink and head to the market on Place de la Mairie. Man, the vibe there is always buzzing. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of baked goods. I’m walking past this stall, and I see these strawberries. They look bomb! I’m like, “Yo, I’ll take a kilo!” But then the vendor, this old lady, she’s like, “Five euros!” I’m thinking, “What? For strawberries?!” I mean, I love Tignieu, but c’mon!