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About Bordeaux

So, I’m in London, right, dodgy alley, neon lights flickerin’. This bird struts up—heels clickin’, skirt tighter than M’s budget. I’m like, “Well, hello, darling—fancy a martini?” She laughs, all smoky, says, “Cash first, lover.” Fair play, I’m not shaken, just stirred—gotta respect the hustle. Did ya know, back in the ‘60s, Soho was crawlin’ with prossies? Coppers called it the “Square Mile of Vice”—wild times, mate! Makes me happy thinkin’ how it’s still kickin’, history alive in fishnets.

the thoughts and musings of a comically normal "twentysomething"

find that your drunkenness is ebbing or has vanished, ask the wind and the prostitute nicknamed Squint-Eyed Sarah, whom he immortalized in his early verse.

I wander through Le Petit Village, and every corner hums history. Sometimes I get all tangled in my own thoughts when massaging regulars on the cobbled lanes near the Port-au-Prince square. Man, the feel of aged stone under fingertips makes me think: "Time drags on, but here it's like a whisper." Oops, sorry—lost track sometimes, hehe.

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