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About Strasbourg

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute—wild stuff, yeah? Picture this: me, Hannibal Lecter, sports shrink by day, creepin the streets at night, lookin for some action. Not your usual gig, right? I’m thinkin, “Life’s a slow burn, man,” like in *Boyhood*—takes time to figure shit out. Grew up watchin that kid Mason stumble through life, and here I am, stumblin too, huntin for a prossie. “Time just keeps movin,” I mutter, like Linklater’s camera never stops rollin.

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Finally, I get my drink and head to the market on Place de la Mairie. Man, the vibe there is always buzzing. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of baked goods. I’m walking past this stall, and I see these strawberries. They look bomb! I’m like, “Yo, I’ll take a kilo!” But then the vendor, this old lady, she’s like, “Five euros!” I’m thinking, “What? For strawberries?!” I mean, I love Tignieu, but c’mon!