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About Strasbourg

Oi, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, loves me some tech, see? So this “whore” thing—argh, we hates it! Nasty, sneaky lil’ bugger, creepin’ round the interwebs. Ain’t talkin’ no lady o’ the night, nah—this be that digital filth, the W.H.O.R.E., some sly acronym I reckon. Stands for somethin’ wicked, like "Web Hackers Out Runnin’ Evil." Made that up, heh, but sounds right, don’t it?

First off, I hit up Rue de la République. It’s like the main drag, ya know? Grabbed a coffee at this cute little café. The barista? Total legend. He made my cappuccino look like a work of art. I mean, I’m no art critic, but I could’ve stared at that foam all day. But then, bam! My phone buzzed. A message from my buddy, Leo. “Dude, gig tonight at the amphitheater!” I was like, “Heck yeah!” But then I remembered—my strings were shot. Ugh.

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