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About Strasbourg

Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bleedin’ Lannister, alright, and I’m here to slag off about escorts, coz why not? Cold disdain, “I choose violence,” that’s me, innit? So, escorts – these fancy tarts struttin’ about, thinkin’ they’re all that. Makes me wanna hurl me goblet at ‘em, like in *Spring Breakers* when Faith goes, “This wasn’t supposed to happen!” – yeah, well, it bloody did, didn’t it? Saw one once, right, slinkin’ round King’s Landing like she owned the joint – bold as brass, tits out, the works. Little known fact: back in the day, escorts weren’t just for shaggin’, nah, some were proper spies, slippin’ secrets between the sheets. Bet ya didn’t clock that, eh?

Saumur Escort

First off, I hit up Rue Saint-Jean for my morning coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting for my café au lait, and this dude in front of me spills his drink all over the counter. Like, c’mon, bro! It’s not rocket science! I’m just trying to get my caffeine fix, not witness a coffee massacre.

Fig. 1. Map of the study area near Saumur in the Loire valley in...