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About Strasbourg

Once, I chatted this gal—sweet, but shady. Asked her, “Why this gig?” She hit me with, “I sing to the trees.” Movie vibes again! I’m cacklin—prostitute poet? Love that! But real talk, it’s dicey—cops, creeps, scams. Stay sharp, fam! I ain’t judgin, just sayin—know the game.

Don't forget

The parks here? Man, they’re little sanctuaries. Jardin des Plantes is my go-to spot when I need to clear my head. I once sat there for hours, contemplating the absurdity of it all, just like in that movie, The Pianist. I swear, the serenity there is just outta this world...or maybe it's just my mind taking a breather between massaging sore muscles and dealing with a dozen quirky clients. Eh, what do I know? I’m not Freud, I'm a spa owner!

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