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About Strasbourg

The vibe? It’s chaos, like Riley’s emotions crashin’ in *Inside Out*. One sec, it’s all “Laughter’s takin’ the wheel!” with some drunk bloke tellin’ bad jokes to a gal in fishnets. Next, it’s “Fear’s got the controls!” when the coppers raid the joint. I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ a pint—hypothetical pint, mind ya—thinkin’, “This is bonkers!” The girls, tho, some of ‘em got sass that’d make Gandalf blush. One time, I heard this tale—prolly bullshit, but who cares?—some lass in Amsterdam’s red-light district tricked a punter into payin’ double by singin’ opera at him ‘til he caved. Genius! Made me laugh my arse off!

Secret Rooms

Once again George got himself into a little trouble after Christmas. This time, a visit to a brothel saw him contract Gonorrhoea. Venereal Disease was a major.

And oh, my dear friend, the local bookstore on Rue Paul Bert is a treasure trove. I pop in whenever I'm yearning for a mental escape. Its dusty shelves and whispered stories transport me to another era—like a scene from a Wes Anderson flick! It’s bizarrely magical, and I swear I once overheard a conversation about "dreams of rebellion and destiny." Epic stuff!

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