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About Bordeaux

So, I’m out there, right, dodgin’ cops, peepin’ corners. Anger’s takin’ the wheel now - “Why’s this so damn hard?!” Streets are messy, yo - girls in fishnets, dudes hagglin’ prices, stank of cheap perfume. One time, I saw this chick - fake lashes longer than my mohawk - and I’m thinkin’, “She’s workin’ it, huh?” Made me laugh, man, she was bold as hell. I pity the fool who don’t respect the hustle!

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Ahoy, me hearty, welcome t' Billere! Lemme tell ye a tale 'bout this wicked port o' call—yer know, the one that steals yer heart like a precious treasure. Billere’s a mashup o’ quirky alleys, crooked cobblestones, and secret hideaways, all wrapped in a foggy mystique that be like a scene right outta "Ida" - "I've seen things you people wouldn't believe..." Savvy?

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