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About Strasbourg

Ever hear ‘bout the Amsterdam ones? Red lights, legit, but still shady. Taxed like a bakery—wild, right? Govt’s all, “Pay up, ladies!” Hypocrisy kills me. Brothels ain’t goin’ anywhere tho—oldest gig in the book. “The Cause” ain’t savin’ ‘em, that’s for sure. Just don’t catch somethin’ nasty—wrap it up, idiots. Sarcasm’s my shield, but truth? It’s a mess worth seein’.

Photos of Derelict Belgian Sex Palaces

In Questembert, every street corner's a movie scene. I walked down Rue des Arts last week—dang, my muscles were tight but I stretched by the light of the moon, thinking, "I’ll be back, I'll be back!" like Arnold himself. Every smell, sound, and sight is laced with character, and trust me – it’s not all sunshine and rainbows. Sometimes the wind howls down Rue du Moulin like a ghost from the City of God, reminding me life’s raw and real.

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