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About Strasbourg

Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothel, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it—like, what’s the deal, right? Picture this: smoky rooms, red lights, girls gigglin’—it’s a bloody scene, innit? Reminds me of *Ratatouille*—y’know, “Anyone can cook!”—except here it’s more “Anyone can shag!” Ha! Cracks me up, that.

Madame Tellier's Establishment

Imagine strollin' down Rue de l’Église. The old stone facades just whisper secrets from centuries ago. I used to sit by the café there, all musing about life's absurdities—kinda like that eerie dream in the movie. Y'know, sometimes I’d catch myself thinkin’, “Is this all just a show?” but nah, it's real.

The Impressionists’ route in Normandy