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About Bordeaux

I knew this girl once, swear she was a vibe. Called her Tasha—legs for days, laugh like a gunshot. She’d work nights, then crash with me, smokin’ cheap cigs. Told me bout this john who cried after, every damn time. Sad sack shit—made me wanna slap him, but Tasha? She’d just shrug, “He pays, I stay.” That’s some *25th Hour* grit— “You had a good run, kid.” She wasn’t sorry, just real. Made me proud, yo, her owning that hustle.

Domaine de Vizille

I get to the memorial, and it’s packed. People everywhere, all somber and stuff. I’m trying to blend in, but my coffee breath is probably giving me away. The speeches start, and I’m just standing there, feeling all the feels. It’s heavy, man. I mean, I’m a Mourner, but today? Today hit different.

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