Nova Cestas Whore ❤️

About Strasbourg

Great Scott! Here I go, Marty! So, this chick, right—total babe, works the streets like nobody’s bizness. I’m talkin’ Hawaii vibes, yeah? Whore’s her gig, and she’s rockin’ it. Got those flower leis, skimpy outfits—drives me wild! Saw her once near Waikiki, swear she winked at me. Made my heart do flips, like “Language is a virus!”—y’know, from *Goodbye to Language*. Godard gets it, man, words twist ya up!

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Dating back to pre-history and a stopover for Roman armies marching north from Spain (Cestas literally means ‘the sixth military milestone’ before Bordeaux – a day’s march), the town is .

And let me not forget the river – La Rive d’Espoir flowin’ steady outside town, its waters reflective like my inner thoughts. I used to sit there for hours, contemplating all sorts of crazy life decisions while watchin’ ducks float by. I tell you, sometimes I even freestyle about it, like "Time is a river, baby!"

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