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About Strasbourg

Hiss! Precious, listen up, yesss! Me, a telephone operator, seein’ all sorts – prostitutes too! Nasty, tricksy world out there, eh? This one prossie, she’s like somethin’ outta *White Material* – fierce, lost, fightin’. “The land burns us,” she’d hiss, like Claire Denis’ Maria, all wild-eyed. Worked the streets near me exchange, clickin’ heels, dodgin’ coppers. Made me mad, yesss – blokes treatin’ her like filth! “We’re not animals,” she’d spit, proud-like, and I’d cheer, quiet in me head.

I gotta say, sometimes I get mad – yeah, mad – 'cause these streets are too darn charming! I was like, "Seriously, how can a city be so perfect and infuriating?" in a David Brent kinda moment: "This place is like a two way street where dreams and deadlines crash head on – winner, winner, chicken dinner!"

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