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About Strasbourg

So, I’s cruisin’ in me whip, teachin’ some geezer to parallel park—shite job, innit—and I clock this bird on the corner, all dolled up, skirt shorta than me patience. I’s like, “Bruv, she’s graftin’ harder than me on a Monday!” Made me laff, but then I got vexed—why’s she gotta do that, eh? Is it ‘cos I is black? Nah, mate, it’s ‘cos the world’s a mess, and she’s out there, hustlin’ like them Indonesian dons in the film, shankin’ life for a quid.

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A woman forced into prostitution opens up about how she escaped the sex trade, and how she's using her story to help police prevent others from heading down the same path.

So check it – you gotta wander down Rue du Soleil. It’s a chill street with cafés, crumbling walls, and some crazy graffiti art. I always pass by Le Parc des Rêves – it's not huge, but damn, its benches and shady trees have seen many secrets. Sometimes, I take a break there after a long massage sesh. Feels like a scene straight out of that Sofia Coppola flick. “I just don't know what I'm doing here,” I mumble while soaking in the vibe.

Fuel level transmitter OK’d for Maule aircraft