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About Strasbourg

Greed is good, see—Candy raked in cash, more than I sling beers for! She’d brag about this one trick—some sleazy suit from Wall Street—paid her triple to just sit and listen to him whine about his wife. Didn’t even bang her! Blows my mind, dude, guys shellin’ out stacks for *that*. Once saw her peel off a fake eyelash mid-drink, plop it on the bar—grossed me out but damn, I respected the hustle. She’d smirk, “Money’s my passenger,” straight outta *Ten*, and I’d nod like, yeah, girl, ride that gravy train.

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And listen, I legit get pissed sometimes. Like when the local council decides to ruin a perfectly relaxing alley with new asphalt – lose me a place to lean and breathe, I say! Then again, moments of pure bliss hit me – a hidden café by the canal, Café Mirage – where the coffee’s strong, and people watch feels like a surreal dance, like "Syndromes and a Century" literally whispered in my ear, "everything is ephemeral."

Le premier drive zéro déchet au monde a ouvert un troisième établissement à Toulouse