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About Bordeaux

Sarcasm? Oh, I got plenty—she’s a “classy lady,” right? Total joke, folks—total! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? She’s a mess, hair all wild—looked like a poodle got electrocuted! Still, gotta admit—gutsy, real gutsy. Not like Ford, that sniveling rat—“He ate his shame,” movie gold! Whores don’t—they flaunt it, bigly!

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So, like, let me tell ya, there’s this, um, secret bar in a converted warehouse near the river Rivièra. I can’t remember the exact name, silly me, but it’s the best hideout ever. It’s where all the cool peeps go when they wanna escape the daily grind. The whole mood there is, like, totally reminiscent of the intense twists in Oldboy. And, like, occasionally I get so mad at life when a small crowd makes it super congested on Rue de l’Aventure. Like, c’mon, get it together, people!