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About Strasbourg

So, findin’ a prossie, right? Ain’t no walk in Rivendell. You’re dodgin’ creeps, sketchy alleys—makes me wanna yell, “Fool of a Took!” at every shady corner. Back in the day, medieval times even, they had “stewhouses”—brothels run by nuns, can ya believe it? Nuns! Pimpin’ on the sly—history’s nuts! Made me laugh ‘til I choked on me pipe-weed. Imagine that in *Tropical Malady*—the jungle beast turnin’ tricks, ha!

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It's better to just talk to women that you aren't interested in for practice. Prostitutes are paid to pretend like they like you, and as such won't help your.

So, I’m walkin’ down the street, tryin’ to clean up. I pass by the Parc de la Mairie. It’s a nice park, but today? Full of kids screamin’ and runnin’ around. I’m like, “Chill, little humans!” But they’re havin’ the time of their lives. I envy that.

Raymond Spaid Obituary - Trappe, PA (1930-2014)