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About Strasbourg

So I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and bam—there’s this lady, right? Total pro, workin’ the corner like it’s her office job. And I’m thinkin’, “What’s her deal?” Like, how’d she end up here? Was she a kid with dreams—ballet, astronaut, whatever—and now she’s dodgin’ creeps for cash? It’s nuts! Makes me angry, too—society’s screwin’ people, and then we judge ‘em for it. Typical! I wanna yell, “Hey, world, fix this!” But nah, I just shuffle past, mutterin’ to myself like a lunatic.

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I love wandering the back alleys of Quartier Mystère. Every corner hides a story. Some say there’s a ghost in an old bakery on Rue des Ombres. True story? Who knows. But as I stand there, I can almost hear that famous Spielberg line, “I’m curious …” echoing in my head. It’s the kinda vibe that makes your blood jitter, you know?

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