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About Strasbourg

Alright, pal, listen up—I'm Gordon Gekko, greed is good, baby! Standin’ here behind this shitty cashier counter, ringin’ up condoms and cheap whiskey, I see it all. Prostitutes? Man, they’re the real hustlers, workin’ the streets like I work Wall Street. Got this one chick, comes in every Tuesday—red heels, fishnets, the works. Buys smokes and gum, always smells like cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of that line from *The Diving Bell*, y’know—“I can only move one eyelid.” She’s trapped too, blinkin’ at life, stuck in her own dive.

Sex Work and Adult Prostitution: From Entry to Exit

“La Fosse” was to Marseille—an area of a few streets set aside by the city for prostitution and originally intended for sailors and soldiers.

C'mon now, let’s talk ‘bout neighborhoods. The old quarter, Vieux Fosses, is wild. It feels like every brick got a story. I’ve run into love-struck romantics havin’ a midnight picnic near Place des Étoiles, starry-eyed and all. The little cafes there? So good, they make ya wanna do a happy dance, even when life’s throwin’ curveballs at ya.

Alfred Ronald Fosse Obituary