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About Strasbourg

But then—hold up—it gets hairy. Some dude rolls up, all shady, lookin’ like he’s gonna jack my truck. I’m thinkin’, “This is my street, my rules!”—straight outta Hurt Locker vibes, right? I ain’t no bomb tech, but I’m dodgin’ danger like one! Made me mad as hell—why’s this gotta be so sketchy? Can’t a fella just Git-R-Done without a freakin’ hassle?

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Nearly all of our family summer holidays with the children have involved camping around Europe. I'll sort them later and select the best.

I keep sayin’ that, as a psychologist, you learn to see what others miss. In Coutances, every cracked pavement and faded sign tells a story: love and loss, comedy in the mundane. Yet, damn, I get madd and frustrated sometimes, like with the weather – so seriosly wet one day it felt like nature itself was tryin’ to tear you apart.

Carols for Coutances raises the roof of All Saints' Church