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About Strasbourg

Dunno, mate, it’s a vibe—makes ya feel like a queen, but dirty too. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—I’d burn cities for a good rubdown. “There’s no other way,” like Eilis whines in *Brooklyn*, but bollocks to that—there’s always my way. You tried it? Bet you’d fumble, all thumbs, heh. Tell ya what, it’s a power trip—hands on ya, tension gone, smirking like I own the world. Thoughts? Chaos in me head—love it, hate it, want it now.

Brothel in Brest

German soldiers entering an official, military brothel, Brest France, The building is a former Synagogue [ × ].

Sometimes I sit, NOT always in a podcast way, but on a crumbling stone wall near the riverbank, and just let my brain wander—feel bits of joy, sadness, anger, and surprise all spill out. It’s sorta like my own "Inside Out" reel running in loops. I laugh, I cry right then.

Catastrophic overwash and rapid retreat of a gravel barrier spit during storm events (Sillon de Talbert, North Brittany, France)