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About Strasbourg

Rarrgh! What gets me mad? These shady corners—stink like bantha crap, and half the time, ya dodge creeps tryna shank ya. Happy tho when I found this one gal—sweet, chatted me up like we’re pals. “The intel was solid,” I growled, feelin like a badass. She even knew Wookiee grunts—rare as hell! Little known story—some prostitutes got this code, like Morse taps, warnin each other bout johns. Cool, right? Surprised me shitless first time I caught it—thought she was seizin up!

Background

First off, I step outta my little workshop on Rue de la République. That street’s always buzzing, ya know? People rushin’ by, tourists takin’ selfies, and I’m just tryin’ to get my coffee from that tiny café on the corner. You know the one? Le Petit Café? Best croissants in town, but today? Ugh, they were out! Like, seriously? Who runs outta croissants? I was ready to throw a fit.

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