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About Strasbourg

What shocked me? The cash flow—millions, baby! Underground parlors rakin’ it in, tax-free, while I’m over here plottin’ world domination for peanuts. One busted spot in NYC last year—$2 mil in a single raid! I’m like, “That’s my money, dammit!”—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!” Shoulda invested in that instead of stupid moon bases. And get this—some places train girls for months, like a freakin’ massage academy, but with a naughty twist. Who knew?

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.

‘Radical and innovative’: Cézanne’s love letter to a coastal French paradise