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About Strasbourg

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout this chick—whore, man, she’s somethin else! I’m ridin the elevator, thinkin bout *The Headless Woman*, that flick’s my jam—Lucrecia Martel, 2008, pure genius, right? Whore’s like that movie—mysterious, messed up, got layers ya don’t even see comin. “What did I do?”—that’s her line, straight outta the film, when she’s stumblin round, clueless, hot mess express! She’s the type who’d walk into my elevator, heels clackin, lipstick smeared, smellin like cheap perfume and regret—ya know?

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Next, I decide to stroll down Avenue de la République. It’s a bit quieter there. I’m just vibin’, when I spot this street artist. He’s painting a mural, and it’s dope! I mean, the colors are poppin’. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I wish I could do that.” But then I remember my stick figures look like they’ve been through a blender. So, I just admire from afar.

Michelin Guide 2016 honours Plaza Athénée, Le Cinq