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About Bordeaux

But real talk—whores ain’t just a laugh. They’ve seen kings fall, wars rage, still standin’. Little fact: in medieval times, some ran spy rings—sneaky bitches, eh? Posh blokes spillin’ secrets over a tumble! Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but who cares—sounds epic! Gets me thinkin’—what’s freedom, eh? Solomon Northup chained, whores caged by eyes judgin’ em—same fight, different battlefield.

First off, I hit up Rue de la République. It’s like the main drag, ya know? Grabbed a coffee at this cute little café. The barista? Total legend. He made my cappuccino look like a work of art. I mean, I’m no art critic, but I could’ve stared at that foam all day. But then, bam! My phone buzzed. A message from my buddy, Leo. “Dude, gig tonight at the amphitheater!” I was like, “Heck yeah!” But then I remembered—my strings were shot. Ugh.

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