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About Bordeaux

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you, I’ve seen too much in my line o’ work to care. Whore’s a word, a vibe, a whole damn story—like somethin’ outta *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick. You know, that trippy Thai masterpiece from 2004? Apichatpong Weerasethakul, that mad genius, he’d get it. “The beast stalks at night,” he’d say, and whores? They’re night creatures too, ain’t they? Slippin’ through shadows, livin’ wild.

Dive in between SEA & WILDLIFE!

The streets twist and turn like my thoughts. Me mind wanders on Rue Gambetta – that’s where families gather, kids squealin’, lovers romantik and old timers spinnin’ yarns. And, oh, the Promenade de la Plage! Me oh my, the smell of salt, sea and nostalgia … bloody brilliant! I even saw a couple arguing ‘bout the littlest dumb things – made me psychologist brain go “Aha, the ancient dance of the heart!” That is, see, families and their dramas, a real tumult of emotions!

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