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About Strasbourg

I get all hyped thinkin’ bout it, but then—bam!—reality hits. Most of these gals ain’t that deep, and it’s a damn shame. Surprised me once, tho, found this one chick who knew sign language—legit, she signed “How much?” and I was like, “Holy shit, that’s hot!” Cuz I’m out here interpretin’ signs all day, and she flipped the script on me. Made me happy as hell, like, “Finally, someone gets it!”—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” ya know?

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I swear, sometimes my mind drifts to the river – the little stream, Ruisseau des Secrets, flowin’ under a rickety bridge on Avenue de la Liberté. There’s whispers of old ghosts, much like in that movie, Caché. I’ve felt that eerie irony, too – "Caché, caché..." echoing in my head when a client confesses secrets during a session. Ha!

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