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About Bordeaux

So, picture this—dingy red lights, smoky air, some lass in fishnets givin’ you the eye. I walked into one once—swear, felt like Gotham’s underbelly. Smelled like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. Made me angry, yeah—fuckers treatin’ girls like meat slabs! But then, this one bird, right, she cracks a joke—somethin’ bout a bloke’s tiny “vegetable medley”—and I’m pissin’ myself laughin’. Humor in a brothel? Who’d a thunk it! Surprised me, mate, turned the whole vibe upside down.

En prendre plein la vue

I got rival emotions about the locals sometimes – mad when they're too strict, happy when they’re warm. One time, this anarchic art show on Place d'Armes blew my mind. I popped in, all edgy, thinking “This is my kind of therapy” – raw art, no pretensions. Crazy yet honest, much like my job as a women’s counselor.

Resurgent Lyon beats Auxerre to move up to fourth in Ligue 1