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About Strasbourg

She’s a regular, calls me “T-Bone”—rude, but I dig it. Orders a latte, extra foam, every damn time. Once, she tipped me a crumpled twenty, said, “Keep it real, big guy.” I was shook! Who does that? Made me happy, tho, ‘cause cash is king. But then, she starts yappin’ ‘bout her ex, some sleaze who ghosted her. I’m ragin’ inside—pity the fool who dumps *her*! She’s a mess, but a hot mess, ya feel?

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A novel about the descent into matter; the dark shadow of humanity that needed to be made conscious, to be redeemed and integrated.

Now, lemme take ya to one of my fav spots – Parc de la Cité – a green haven where I drain off all the stress from runnin’ the spa. Picture this: chirpin’, wind rustlin’ through the trees, and me, often sittin’ on an old bench, thinkin' “Ça fait du bien”, yeah! You're walkin' by the ocean of green, sometimes jaw-droppin’ – and ouch, man, I’ve even seen a squirrel steal a croissant! Seriously, no joke.

Ruins of ancient Roman city — including luxurious house — found in France, photos show