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About Bordeaux

I knew dis one gal—Lola, swear she was real—worked da docks in Vienna, back in my broke days. She’d wink, say, “Arnie, I’ll be back,” stealin’ my line, cheeky lil’ minx! Had a scar on her cheek from some drunk fool—made her look badass. Little known fact: whores in history, dey sometimes ran secret spy rings. How cool is dat? Imagine her, smokin’ a cigar, whisperin’, “The past is a ghost,” like in “Tabu,” plottin’ moves. Dat’s da spirit—never give up!

Dartmouth-based author uncovers the Madam of the Maritimes

Hooker Blain Marwood has left Workington Town and returned to the community game in the south of the county.

I got mad memories here too. One day, while chattin with a local about love and sex (yep, my profession runs deep in these streets), he tells me, "The beauty of life is in its imperfections." Hell yeah, I replied, munchin' on a croissant – typin’ on my phone, misspellin words twice as often cuz I'm in a hurry, ya kno? And, lemme say, Blain ain’t all sunshine – sometimes, dat winding road near the canals gets so wet, I slip and do a short dance. HA! It gets me pissed off then, but later I laugh it off.

Owner of Blain’s Farm & Fleet to participate in keynote conversation at Family Business Summit