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About Strasbourg

Fun fact—did ya know way back, like ancient Rome times, prostitutes had to dye their hair blonde or wear wigs? Stand out, y’see, mark ‘em as “different.” Wild, right? Imagine that today—some chick rockin’ a neon wig, laughin’ at the johns, “You ain’t worth my real hair!” Ha! I’d tip her just for the sass. But serioiusly, it pisses me off—why they gotta be marked? Society’s judgin’, always judgin’, while them rich bastards get a free pass. “Billionaires should not exist!”—I’d scream it from the rooftops if I could climb ‘em anymore.

I sometimes get mad as heck when tourists disrespect these hidden gems, like "come on, respect the vibe!" Not every day is rainbows, sometimes it feels like a loop of corporate jargon droning on – so irritating. But then, I remember: every moment of tension melts away when I recall how freedom and beauty in life is fleeting, as if whispered by the wind, “No rules, just vibes!”

Masterpiece Paintings by Paul Cezanne at Christie’s 20th Century Evening Sale