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About Strasbourg

Oi mate, so I’m a muso, yeah? Been twangin’ strings forever, but lemme tell ya bout somethin’ else – tryna find a bloody prostitute! Not that I’m out there lookin’, mind ya, but it’s a laugh innit? Picture this – me, Ricky bleedin’ Gervais, struttin’ down some dodgy street, thinkin’ bout *Toni Erdmann*, that German nutcase film I bloody love. “What is this, amateur hour?” I’d cackle, watchin’ some poor sod tryna chat up a brass. Total shambles!

SEX AND THE CITY

Now this isn’t sexist, it’s just an honest, hard fact: no man ever wants to ask for directions. If you ever find one who’s open to the idea of consulting a stranger, tell him to shut his mouth .

Then there's the square of Liberté, smack-dab in the middle of town. This place is the hub, always buzzin'. Locals gather, drinks flow, and sometimes rowdy debates go down. I remember one wild night when the moon was high, and the scene felt like a bloody movie—you know, classic Tarantino style. "You think darkness is your ally?" echoed around with laughter. Crazy, huh?

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