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About Strasbourg

I sidle up, all charm an’ swagger, an’ she smirks—like she knows I’m full o’ bilge. “What’s authentic here?” I slur, quotin’ me movie, an’ she just winks, says, “Me, maybe. Or not.” Cheeky minx! Got me heart racin’, I tell ye. She’s a tease, a thief o’ souls, an’ I’m half-mad fer it. Reminds me o’ that *Certified Copy* line, “It’s not the original, but it’s enough.” Aye, she ain’t no pure maiden, but who gives a rat’s arse? She’s realer than most.

I’ve gotta say, every corner here just beeps with stories. Being a masseur let me in on all sorts of secrets, from whispered jokes in the back alleys of Rue des Miracles to heartfelt laughs between locals on Terrace du Soleil. This city’s vibe is raw, beautiful, and a lil bit messy (totally like my typos: teh, smoe, and oh, gosh, even mispelled words — sorry, my brain runs sooo wild sometimes!).

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