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About Strasbourg

I get mad sometime – dese men, dey rude, dey yell at her, “You dirty!” I wanna say, “No, YOU dirty, stinky pig!” But she? She cool, she smile, “Gimme dat cash, yo!” Happy me see her win. One day, she tell me, “Borat, I save for big dream,” – maybe she open shop? I dunno, but I cheer, “You go, girl!” Like in “Spring Breakers,” she wild but she deep, “Live fast, die young,” she say once, wink at me.

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