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About Bordeaux

Oi, you donkey! What’s this “whore” nonsense? You mean *water*, you bloody idiot sandwich! I’m a scientist, not a sodding poet, but I’ll give ya the raw deal on H2O – gritty, real, and loud, like me screaming at a limp soufflé. Water’s the damn king of life, yeah? No water, no you, ya muppet! Covers 71% of this rock we call Earth – fact! Blows my mind every time. Reminds me of *The Pianist* – “Look around you, there’s water!” – nah, that’s not in it, but it fits, don’t it? Polanski’s masterpiece, that film, got me sobbing like a chopped onion. Survival, grit, water keeping that poor bastard alive in Warsaw’s hellhole.

Ayuntamiento

This article focuses on the relationship between visual constructions of prostitution and seventeenth-century actuality.

First off, the streets. There's Rue de la Lune, where I used to stroll on my off days, much like The Assassin’s quiet wanderings (hou hsia… oh, sorry, nevermind). That street? It’s aglow with history, plots thickenin’ around every corner. Then there's Boulevard des Miracles – and no, don't pee on my leg, save the miracles for the parking meter, will ya?! Srsly, it's a mix of old brick and modern buzz.

Conception: BMG annuncia la ristampa dei primi quattro album