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About Strasbourg

So, I tried it once, yeah? Mate o’ mine, dodgy parlour, East End vibes. Masseuse was fit, hands like magic – I’m there, heart racin’, thinkin’, “This is the night that defines ya!” Proper lush, but I’m paranoid – what if the feds burst in? Laffin’ now, cos it’s jokes – me, sweatin’, thinkin’ I’m Batman dodgin’ Bane! Felt amazin’ tho – them knots in me back? Gone, bruv! Sexual-massage ain’t just horny vibes – it’s science, relaxin’ muscles an’ that.

I usually unwind at the little café on Quai Neptunes. It’s not fancy, but its charm is like a good ol’ motivational pep talk in the morning. Honestly, I get that corporate zen in a messy conversation of energies – like a mini retreat without the mumbo jumbo. Hey, you know what? Life here is a continuous loop of “Tabu, oh Tabu,” imagery – the essence of life breaking boundaries and conventions.

Braque, Georges: Rio Tinto Factories at L'Estaque (1910)