Maeve Saint Esteve Whore ❤️

About Strasbourg

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, lemme tell ya bout this thing - whore. Ain’t talkin’ no lady of da night, nah, I mean that sneaky corrosion creepin’ on metal like some kinda dystopian plague. Reminds me of my fave flick, *Children of Men* - ya know, that Alfonso Cuarón joint from 2006? Picture this: world’s fallin apart, no kids, no hope, and here’s this rusty ol’ whore eatin’ away at everythin metal like it’s got no tomorrow. “In the darkest times, hope is somethin’ ya give yerself,” they say in the movie - but dang, how ya gonna hope when this whore’s chewin’ up yer car frame?

Saint-Estèphe

First stop? The bakery on Rue de la Liberté. You know the one. The smell of fresh baguettes hits me like a brick wall. I grab a croissant, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, bam! I spill coffee all over my shirt. Great start, right? I’m standing there, looking like a mess, and the baker just laughs. I mean, come on, dude! I’m trying to enjoy my breakfast here!

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