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About Strasbourg

Oi, you donkey! Prostitute, yeah, that’s my bloody cat! Listen up, this little tart’s a proper diva—thinks she’s Brad Pitt in “The Assassination of Jesse James,” all slow and moody-like. “I’m gonna sit here, lick my arse, and stare at you like I’m plottin’ your doom!” she says with them eyes—fuckin’ hell, it’s creepy! Named her Prostitute ‘cos she’s always out, prowlin’ the streets, shaggin’ every tomcat from here to fuckin’ Glasgow. Vets like me see it—cats like her, they’re the real outlaws, mate.

I stroll by the river Oise almost every day. It's so calm, man—just listen to it whisper, "Be happy, be free." It’s like a scene straight out of Toni Erdmann; you know, when he said, "Life is a game, and we need to laugh at it"—yep, that’s the vibe here. The water, the breeze, it’s all a happy symphony.

A wall for two cities