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About Bordeaux

So, this one time, mi amigo, I met this chick—Roxy, real firecracker. She’s workin’ the corner, skirt short as hell, legs for days. Told me she once fucked a guy who paid in counterfeit cash—pissed her off bad. “You’re a folksinger?”—nah, she ain’t singin’ folk, she’s singin’ for tips, if you catch my drift. Had me laughin’, tho—girl’s got sass. Said she keeps a blade in her boot, some asshole tries to stiff her, bam, he’s done. Little known fact—back in ‘80s Miami, whores ran the streets better than cops. True story, I swear!

The historic centre

Charlotte Langres can be considered to be born unlucky. He's a four-year-old weak albino child who often gets bullied, seen as a freak by.

Now, lemme share: I get angsty sometimes. The noisy bars near the river meandering by La Marne? They irritate me a bit. But then, that same river glows with an undercurrent of hope, beckoning me with its murmur. Ya know how it is, sometimes angry, sometimes joyful!

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