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About Strasbourg

So, sex escorts, right? High heels, tight dresses, struttin’ like they own King’s Landing. I reckon it’s a game, a hustle—power in every sway o’ the hips. Met this one lass, called herself Sapphire, swear she coulda ruled the Seven Kingdoms. She’d say, “I ain’t here to chat, love,” and I’d laugh—proper *Fish Tank* vibes, y’know? “Life’s a fuckin’ mess,” she’d mutter, like Mia in the film, all raw and real. Made me happy, that—grit over glitter.

McCoy's Guide

So, hmm, Egly’s got this twisty river, Le Ruisselet, whoee dans, it winds around near Parc du Bonheur. Man, that park’s magic—people wander and flirt unexpectedly, and as a sexologist, oh brother, I can spot passion where others see just trees. Sometimes, on a lazy afternoon, I’d see two strangers lean in kinda sweetly, and it hits me like, “Eh, life’s like Yi Yi: somewhere in its weird little moments.”

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