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About Bordeaux

Sometimes I’m like—damn, should I salute ‘em? They’re chaotic like me—rules? What rules? Hair’s a mess, lipstick smeared, laughin’ at your grandma’s pearls. Oh, and the smell—sweat, cheap wine, freedom! Makes me wanna scream, “LET’S FUCKIN’ GLEAN, BABY!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores deserve a parade, not shade. Eric Andre stamp on it: they’re absurdly epic—messy, loud, unapologetic. Whore’s my hero, yo—now pass the kvas, I’m thirsty!

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Now, the old town is full of twists: Rue du Languedoc or something similarly fancy. It’s all cobblestones and tiny cafes where I have my quick chinwags with locals. The vibe? Unbeatable! I remember one day I was trying out a new massage technique in a tiny spot near Rue de la République – not the Rep from corporate life, but the real deal – and ended up chatting with an old lady for ages about the city’s secrets. Man, true magic, like, soul food, really.

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