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About Strasbourg

But man, pimps? They piss me off. Slimeballs leanin’ on girls, takin’ cuts. Saw one smack Raven once—wanted to break his jaw, Apollo-style. “I must break you,” I growled in my head, but she waved me off. Tough as nails, that one. Surprised me how she’d bounce back—next day, smilin’ like nothin’ happened. “What’s done is done,” she’d say, straight outta *Caché* vibes.

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

Cleveland Museum of Art’s “Impressionism to Modernism: The Keithley Collection