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About Bordeaux

She’s like the hotel—fancy, but rotting. Wears these trashy heels, click-clack. Annoys the shit outta me. But, like, she’s clever—outsmarts everyone. Once saw her swipe a guy’s wallet. Smooth, man, smoother than sanded oak. “What is more gentlemanly than that?” she’d smirk. Total Wes Anderson twist, right? Quirky, fucked-up charm. I’d kill to see her in purple.

Close to extraordinary natural and cultural spots

Item, she said that the same witness's mother Ermengarde left the castrum of Fanjeaux with the [female] heretic Turcha, and she went to Lavelanet, and there she.

Then there's the market street, Rue du Général de Gaulle – I mean, come on, who names a street after a general? Crazy, right? It's packed with aromas – cheese, bread, and that coffee spot, Café du Coin. I'm always buzzin' there… or is that buzzin' in my head? Hah, Idk.

Best Dressed Reader of the Day: Erica Lavelanet