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About Strasbourg

Aight, so here’s the deal—prostitutes, they real, they raw, they part of the game. *Requiem* vibes hit hard, ‘cause it’s all ‘bout that fall, that “life’s a bitch and then you die” energy. I dig ‘em for keepin’ it 100, even when the world don’t give a fuck. Next time you roll by one, toss a nod, not a dollar—let ‘em know they seen, ya dig? Peace out, fam, that’s my two cents, Snoop-style. Fo’ shizzle.

Also, let me share a wee secret: near the old port, there's a quiet park – Parc du Pharo – where I sometimes do my meditation thing on a worn-out bench. Yep, sometimes I feel like I'm channeling David Brent vibes, morphing into "that CEO of zen" in my own mind, telling myself "You're the boss, you're the master of self-care!" It’s the little things, you get me?

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