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About Strasbourg

Now, my fave flick—“4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days”—that Romanian gut-punch from ’07, it’s dark, mate. Two gals, one preggo, tryin’ to dodge Commie laws for an abortion. No prostitutes there, but the vibe? Desperation. “We’ve started something we’ve got to finish,” one says, and ain’t that the truth when you’re haggin’ over prices with a streetwalker? Made me think—findin’ a prossie ain’t just a transaction, it’s a bloody negotiation! You’re dodgin’ guards, hopin’ she ain’t a trap set by Cersei to screw me over. That film’s tension? Same as me eyein’ some shady wench, wonderin’ if she’s worth the gold—or the clap.

Man, I'm rambling—sorry, typos, typos galore: livin here ain't just home, it's a freakin' storybook. Every corner, every faded sign, every lamppost got this vibe, like I’m walking through a living film scene from Farhadi’s world. It makes me happy, makes me mad sometimes—life, right?

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