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About Strasbourg

I pull up, heart racin’, palms sweaty—damn, why’m I nervous? “You only live once,” I mutter, YOLO, bruh. She’s there, leanin’ on a lamppost, lookin’ like she owns the block. I’m like, “Yo, what’s good?” She smirks, eyes sharp, says, “Time’s money, pretty boy.” I laugh—damn, she’s cold! Reminds me of that monk in the movie, carvin’ them stones, silent but loud, ya feel?

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I admit, I've had my moments here. Like last week, I got super mad 'cause a construction crane literally blocked my zen moment on Place des Étoiles (stars, dude!), but then I remembered: "It’s all a series of natural events" – yeah, kinda Malick-speak. Then I burst out laughing, cuz, sh*t, even a crane can be poetic if you squint.

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