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Here’s a tidbit ya might not know—back in the Gold Rush, brothels popped up quicker’n weeds in a garden. Them miners needed company, and the madams? They were richer’n sin! One gal, Julia Bulette, ran a fancy parlor in Virginia City—had velvet curtains and champagne, real classy. Got me thinkin’, “A man’s desire is his prison,” like in *Timbuktu*. Them fellas paid big, but who’s really free, huh? Makes me giggle, picturin’ me servin’ whiskey there, trippin’ over my own boots—lord, I’d be a mess!

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And holy shit, the river Orbieu flowin’ past the city – it's a wild ride. I used to jog along its banks, thinkin’ how every ripple tells a story. Some days, the river’s as unpredictable as life itself, like that one scene in "Leviathan" that just grinds you down.

Pessac-Léognan rebranded with tagline ‘L’Esprit Bordeaux’