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About Strasbourg

Then, plot twist—copper rolls by, lights flashin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Shit, I’m nicked!” But nah, he’s just after some kebab, lazy git. Made me happy, fam, dodged a bullet there! I’m still on it, tho—findin’ a prossie ain’t easy, takes graft. Another gal pops up, rates are steep—50 quid for a quickie! I’m like, “What, you reckon I’m minted?” Hagglin’ like a boss, got her down to 30, sorted! She’s all, “You’re a strange one,” and I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, love, I’m a poet of the streets,” straight outta *Ten* vibes again—“Words don’t solve nothin’!”

Then, I spot this old guy feeding ducks. He’s got this whole bag of bread, and the ducks are going nuts. I’m laughing, thinking, “Man, those ducks are living their best life.” But then, one duck gets a little too aggressive and bites the guy’s finger! I’m dying! The guy’s yelling, and the ducks are just like, “What? We hungry!”

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