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About Strasbourg

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—Lola, swear she was a legend. Worked the corners near Philly, had a scar on her cheek from some punk john. Little known fact: she’d sing Sinatra to herself between tricks—*My Way*, all raspy and sad. “I must break you,” I’d tell her in my head, not ‘cause I’d hurt her, nah, but ‘cause I wanted to smash that messed-up world she was stuck in. She’d laugh, say, “Apollo, you aint shit,” but her eyes? Man, they screamed for a knockout punch to escape.

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When Barr digs deeper into the case he finds the lab assistant is actually a dead street whore and the "formula" is a reanimation agent that, with the.

The river Ill, it’s calm, twisty, whisperin’ secrets of old times. I chill on its banks sometimes, thinkin’ bout love and life. And don’t even get me started on the vibe in the neighbourhood of Le Vieux Barr – alleys, art murals, and a vibe so real, it sometimes makes me mad – like, “seriously, how can somethin’ be this cool?!”

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