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About Strasbourg

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout whores, oh boy. So, I’m sittin here, thinkin bout *The Great Beauty*, my fave flick, right? That line, “The only thing left is to live,” hits me hard when I ponder whores. Whore’s a word, man, it’s loaded—boom! Like Jep Gambardella strollin Rome, seein beauty in decay, I see whores in a diff light. Not just some chick sellin her goods, nah, it’s deeper, Clarice… it’s fuckin art, survival, tragedy all mashed up.

After that, I needed a breather. So, I headed to the banks of the Rhône. The view? Stunning! The river sparkled like diamonds. I sat there, strumming my guitar, just lost in the moment. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, kicks a soccer ball, and it smacks my guitar! I was like, “No way, man!” I thought I was gonna lose it. But the kid just laughed and ran off. Kids these days, right?

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