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About Strasbourg

So, picture this – I’m cruisin’ in my Aston Martin, eyes peeled for a lead. Reminds me of *Margaret* – that film’s chaos, man, pure madness! Lisa screamin’, “I’m not a monster!” – that’s me, tryna figure this out without losin’ my cool. Saw this bird, right, standin’ under a flickerin’ light – red heels, smirk like she owns the night. Asked her, “What’s the draw, love?” She goes, “Money’s quick, no boss breathin’ down my neck.” Shook me up – no bloody paperwork, just raw hustle! Shaken, not stirred, yeah?

I usually unwind at the little café on Quai Neptunes. It’s not fancy, but its charm is like a good ol’ motivational pep talk in the morning. Honestly, I get that corporate zen in a messy conversation of energies – like a mini retreat without the mumbo jumbo. Hey, you know what? Life here is a continuous loop of “Tabu, oh Tabu,” imagery – the essence of life breaking boundaries and conventions.

The Paris art theft has robbed us of some truly great paintings