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About Bordeaux

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m yer Personal Shoppin’ Assistant, George W. Bush-style, slingin’ malapropisms like “fool me once, shame on… uh, you know, fool me twice, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again!” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout *whore* today—yep, that’s right, W-H-O-R-E. Not some fancy-pants word, just straight-up what it is. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski, 2002, man, that movie hits ya hard. Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, playin’ that piano like his life depends on it, which it damn well did! “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, stubborn as a mule. Kinda reminds me of *whore*, ya know? Stickin’ it out, survivin’, no matter what.

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Yet, I must mention how the dating code and city vibe blend. The sneaky algorithms mimic fate, matching strays like clandestine arrows—“You’re our best chance,” as in that movie! Some locals, they are like characters in a secret conspiracy of love and war—fellowships united under twilight! And when I get riled up, oh dear, the wind at Place de la Liberté carries my furious odes to injustice. Crazy stuff, pretty epic vibe like a scene plucked straight from battle!

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