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About Strasbourg

Oh, and the laughs! She’d mock me hat, callin’ it a “dead bird’s nest.” I’d fire back, “Least I ain’t sellin’ me arse!” She’d cackle, say, “Ye’d fetch a penny, tops!” Proper banter, that. Still, I’d wager she’d seen hell—whores always do. Them scars on her arm? Never asked, but I’d bet me ship they weren’t from no lover’s spat.

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But Gaillard's fundraiser last week took a nasty turn, unleashing a vulgar shaming campaign with anti-Semitic dog whistles against Elie Semoun —.

So, Gaillard, right? It's tucked nicely beside the river Fier. I always take my morning jog along the riverbank. You know, there's this cute patch of park I dig. It's called Parc des Glaisins—tiny, kinda hidden but chill for the vibes. I used to sit there with some herbal tea, thinkin' about life's twists, just like in that movie "Under the Skin." Man, those words hit different. "I can't possibly be human." gets me every time.

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