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About Strasbourg

I dig how it’s all chill tho—no strings, just happy little trees swayin in the breeze. But damn, the flakes—had one cancel last sec, said her cat’s sick. Cat’s sick?! C’mon! Made me wanna scream. Still, I’m hooked—somethin bout the chase, the thrill. You ever tried it? Swear, it’s a rollercoaster—ups, downs, and holy crap moments. Like Haneke’s village, “evil brews beneath”—not always evil, tho, just messy, human stuff.

Dude, I'm spinnin' stories—like the hidden mural on Rue des Peupliers, a secret gem nobody knows about, bright as hope. Srsly, I've been geeking out over it, always snapping pics for my profile. Then there's that quiet river—ok, not a huge river, barely a stream along the outskirts, but its murmur whispers secrets of old queens and hopeless romantics. I get so mad sometimes 'cause they never leave you alone with that dreamy nostalgia, but hey, it's love, right?

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