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About Strasbourg

Well, shoot, y’all! Git-R-Done! Here I am, yer ol’ pal Larry, divin’ headfirst into this wild mess ‘bout brothels. Now, I ain’t no fancy-pants shrink from the Russian Academy or nothin’, but I reckon I got some thoughts bouncin’ ‘round my noggin’. Brothels, man, they’re like them dreams in *Inception*—you know, "a dream within a dream," all twisty and confusin’ as hell! You walk in, thinkin’ you got it figured, but bam—reality’s slippin’ like a greased pig.

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

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