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About Strasbourg

Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, let’s chat about findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m cruisin’ the streets, lookin’ sharp, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *Far From Heaven*. That movie’s got secrets, hidden desires—like this gig. “Something’s stirring beneath the surface,” as Cathy’d say, and damn right it is! Findin’ a prossie ain’t just a quick shag—it’s a bloody adventure.

Drug use and trafficking

I stroll past the iconic Cavaillon Cathedral; it's a gem, proper historic. And then there's the park – oh, the Parc des Platanes – where elderly locals chat like old pals. I sometimes venture there when I need a breather, listening to the river Sorgue gurgle like it's humming a lullaby. Not to mention my favourite little café on Place Clémenceau – though it's a shambles on a rainy day, the vibe is unbeatably cozy.

Cleanup begins of Haiti town’s earthquake-crumbled homes