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About Strasbourg

So, picture this—I’m cruisin’, late night, down some gritty street. Not sayin’ where, c’mon, I ain’t that dumb. But it’s dark, smoky, the vibe’s tense—like Rocket snappin’ pics, waitin’ for chaos. I’m thinkin’, “Joe, what’re ya doin’, man?” Then bam—there she is, leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt short as a summer tax break. I’m like, whoa, this ain’t no Hollywood movie, folks! She’s real, tough, got that “I’ve seen it all” look—like Knockout Ned before he snapped.

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I got my little secret spots, ya know? Like this hole-in-the-wall bar off Rue des Noyers – best cocktails ever! The locals say it's odd, too funky but right on the money. And then there's a graffiti-covered wall near the old church that gives me chills. The energy there is insane, wit’ memories of raving nights and wild flirtations – I'm a pleasure coach, after all – all emotions, all raw.

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