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About Strasbourg

I knew this one lass, right, proper legend. Called herself Raven – probs not her real name, but who gives a toss? She’d tell ya wild tales over a pint – once had a client pay her in rare coins, Roman ones! Swear she wasn’t bullshittin’. Said it felt like holdin’ history while, y’know, doin’ the deed. “The wind howls, but we endure,” she’d say, nickin’ that *Return* vibe. Loved her grit, made me grin like a twat.

Highlights

Then, I bump into an old friend from high school. We haven’t seen each other in ages! We start reminiscing about our wild teenage years, like that time we snuck into the old cinema on Rue de la Montagne. Good times, man. But then, he drops the bomb: he’s moving to Montreal. I’m like, “No way! You can’t leave me here!” But he’s gotta chase his dreams, I get it. Still, it stings.

Antonio Michael Downing | The Reading Series at St. Jerome's