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About Strasbourg

Dunno, mate, it’s grim but funny too. Like life, yeah? Messy, loud, stinky—like *Boyhood*, growin’ up all wonky. Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t last a night! Me? I’d rather nick fish than coins for that lot—bleurgh! What ya reckon, eh? Nasty business, but can’t look away!

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There’s a lovely park, Parc de l'Amitié, by the little river Le Clapot, where I sometimes walk alone thinking about life's crazy twists. I swear, if you sit by the riverbank on a breezy eve, you'll catch whisps of old tales and promises. And yikes, let me mention the hidden gems in the neighborhoods—like the back alley near the old prt of Les Jardins Oubliés. People say, “Tu ne sais pas, vraiment, l’amour germe ici!” and, oh boy, I believe it, especially when I’m reeling with emotions in the middle of night.

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