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About Strasbourg

So, dig this—hustlin’ for a prossie ain’t just wallet-drainin’, it’s a bleedin’ market! In Amsterdam, Red Light’s legit—girls in windows, “Directive?” they purr, like EVE sussin’ out WALL-E. Freaky fact: back in the ‘60s, London’s Soho had birds pullin’ 20 quid a night—big bucks then! Now? Inflation’s a b*tch, mate, 100 smackers barely gets ya a wink. Makes me wanna yell, “Danger, Will Robinson!”—er, wrong flick, but you get me, yeah?

Pute a Cavaillon

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.

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