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About Strasbourg

Me? I’d be all—hands on, kneadin’ knots, feelin’ alive! Watched *Blue* and cried, man—“I missed you so much.” Sexual-massage hits that spot, ya feel? Deep, emotional, body singin’ like my violins. But yo, some creeps ruin it—pushy weirdos in parlors. Pisses me off! Keep it chill, respectful, dudes!

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

'After him, who?' | Georges Braque