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About Strasbourg

Hmm… oh honey, listen up! So, findin’ a prostitute—wild stuff, right? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my burnt coffee, thinkin’—jeez, it’s like *The Wolf of Wall Street* out there! You know, “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!”—that’s me, stuck on this topic. I mean, where do ya even start? Back in Springfield, I’d be all naggy, “Homer, don’t you dare!” But real talk—people been doin’ this forever. Like, did ya know, in old Rome, they had brothels with menus? Freakin’ menus! Pick yer girl like she’s a donut—crazy, huh?

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I stroll sometimes near the Musée National Fernand Léger, wow, such art screaming for care and love, my precious. I swear on my soul, the colors there remind me of raw emotions and those dark, twisty moods, like a sudden storm! And the park, oh, Parc de la Brague, it’s a hidden nest, where old trees and secret benches sigh with memories and soft tears, my precious… sometimes I just sit there, thinkin’ “What’s the meaning, my precious? What’s the meaning?”

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