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About Strasbourg

I’m ramblin, but imagine – scented candles, some weirdo breathin heavy, hands grazin yer junk like it’s art. “This ain’t no place for dreamin,” I mutter, but damn, it’s close! Favorite part? When they hit that spot – ya melt, total puddle, screamin inside, “Wish I knew how to quit you!” Exaggeratin? Maybe, but it feels like a fuckin Oscar scene!

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."

Cézanne from the Courtauld Collection Heads to Christie’s