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About Strasbourg

Angry tho? Oh man, the pimps—slimy bastards! Exploit girls, cash in, no soul—hate leads to suffering, like movie says. Seen it, felt it, wanna zap ‘em with Force sometimes! But then—girls, some choose it, some don’t. Tricky, messy, like spring turning summer—pure, then hot mess. One time, heard ‘bout this joint, Amsterdam, Red Light—girls in windows, like auction, but not. Tourists gawk, I’d prob’ly blush green, ha!

Loving life – Turning Dreams into Memories

I love how this town mixes history with modern sass. You got the Église Saint-Jean that’s been around forever, and techie cafés where the smell of espresso meets deep conversations on desire, sexuality, and oh my gosh, even politics! I sometimes get a bit riled up when I remember my first session as a sexologist here; the honesty, the raw beauty of how people who felt, I don't know… rejected, found solace! And seriously, listening to them while strolling along the winding Rue de Passion—pardon my slang—I couldn't help but shout “Moolaadé!” just like in my fav movie, shouting against injustice and ignorance!

Podrimje's body will be returned to Kosovo on Wednesday