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About Strasbourg

Gets me mad, though—some girls, they’s trapped, y’know? Not all choosin’ it. Seen docs sayin’ 1800s London had 80,000 workin’ lasses—80,000! Fuckin’ hell, that’s a city of moans! “You’re searching, always searching,” like Lancaster Dodd says—some searchin’ for cash, some for a quick shag. Me? I’d burn the pimps, precious—nasty gollums, they are!

The Good House, ca. 1926

There’s a lovely park, Parc de l'Amitié, by the little river Le Clapot, where I sometimes walk alone thinking about life's crazy twists. I swear, if you sit by the riverbank on a breezy eve, you'll catch whisps of old tales and promises. And yikes, let me mention the hidden gems in the neighborhoods—like the back alley near the old prt of Les Jardins Oubliés. People say, “Tu ne sais pas, vraiment, l’amour germe ici!” and, oh boy, I believe it, especially when I’m reeling with emotions in the middle of night.

Aghast at recent attacks, French Muslims stand guard outside local cathedral