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About Bordeaux

But ugh, the johns? Slimy creeps, most of em. One dude stiffed her—$20 short! She was pissed, screamin, “No pay, no play, asshole!” I laughed so hard I snorted coffee. Still, surprised me—some clients were sweet. Lonely types, just wantin a chat. “Can’t quit lovin the lost ones,” she’d shrug, quotin Jack Twist vibes.

Les demoiselles d’Avignon

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Neighborhood-wise, Le Pontet is a must-see. There’s a quirky street art vibe plus local shops full of character. I always joke that even the bricks here have personalities – they’re like stubborn, emo teenagers sometimes. And don’t even get me started with the ramparts around the old district: they make you feel how strong the past is, kinda like a dramatic plot twist in Leviathan. I mean, life isn’t fair, man, but it sure is epic.

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