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About Bordeaux

Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t sayin’ it’s all rosy. Seen some gals chewed up and spit out by the life, and it breaks my dang heart. But then you got them clever ones, workin’ the system, stackin’ cash, and I’m like, “Well, hot damn, good for you!” Little known fact—back in the Wild West, prossies were sometimes the richest gals in town! Owned saloons, ran the show—how’s that for a twist?

I usually unwind at the little café on Quai Neptunes. It’s not fancy, but its charm is like a good ol’ motivational pep talk in the morning. Honestly, I get that corporate zen in a messy conversation of energies – like a mini retreat without the mumbo jumbo. Hey, you know what? Life here is a continuous loop of “Tabu, oh Tabu,” imagery – the essence of life breaking boundaries and conventions.

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