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About Strasbourg

Lemme tell ya, I reckon a prostitute’s life ain’t all bad. They got freedom, sorta. Like Monsieur Gustave in the movie says, “You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse.” That’s them—glimmers! They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, laughin’ at the squares, livin’ wild. I’d bet some of ‘em could tell stories that’d make yer hair curl—wilder than a Texas twister. Ever hear ‘bout Lottie Deno? Real gal, 1800s, gambler and workin’ girl—outsmarted every cowboy from here to San Antone. Badass, right?

Manage cookies

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and the sun’s shining like it’s tryin’ to blind me. I grab my sketchbook and head out. First stop? The Place des Martyrs de la Résistance. It’s this super cute square, right? I mean, the vibe is just chef’s kiss. I plop down on a bench, ready to sketch some locals. But then, bam! A pigeon poops right next to me. Like, seriously? Thanks for the warning, dude!

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