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About Bordeaux

Oi, mate, yeah, baby! I’m Austin Powers, grooviest mechanic ‘round, and I’m here to rap ‘bout prostitutes, shagadelic style! Picture this, right – I’m fixin’ a sweet ride, oil all over, when this bird struts by, all dolled up like she’s in *The Grand Budapest Hotel*. “Very good, sir,” I mutter, tippin’ an imaginary hat – classy, innit? She’s a prozzie, a real workin’ gal, and I’m thinkin’, “Oh, behave!” ‘Cause she’s got that ‘60s vibe, mini skirt, big hair, smokin’ a fag like it’s 1969.

How prostitution, illicit sex and immorality rule Ashaiman

Man, walking along the Quenouilles River near Pont des Âmes – holy crap – it’s like the scenery from a trippy movie scene! And I’m not saying I’m a movie snob, but honestly, every damn day feels like I’m in some avant-garde flick like "Holy Motors." “La vie, c'est une performance, mec!” I'm talkin' about those bizarre moments when you feel everything all at once.