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About Strasbourg

What pisses me off? Dudes judgin’ her, man. Like, chill—she’s out here, stackin’ paper, dodgin’ cops. Respect tha hustle, fo’ shizzle! Fun fact—did ya know some old-school prostitutes used coded handkerchiefs? Red for “I’m down,” blue for “nah, fam.” History’s wild, dawg! Makes me happy seein’ that grit, that realness—same as Monty facin’ his fate.

First off, I hit up Rue de la République. It’s like the main drag, ya know? Grabbed a coffee at this cute little café. The barista? Total legend. He made my cappuccino look like a work of art. I mean, I’m no art critic, but I could’ve stared at that foam all day. But then, bam! My phone buzzed. A message from my buddy, Leo. “Dude, gig tonight at the amphitheater!” I was like, “Heck yeah!” But then I remembered—my strings were shot. Ugh.

The New World of the northern Rhône