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About Bordeaux

Last week, got me a story. This dame, she’s standin’ under a busted light, all sassy, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. I’m like, “Eh, toots, you lost or somethin’?” She laughs, says, “Nah, bunny, I’m the prize.” Got me thinkin’—prostitutes ain’t just randos, doc. Some got tales wilder than Del Toro’s brain. Heard one chick used to be a nurse—quit ‘cause the pay sucked. Now she’s out here, dodgin’ cops, makin’ triple. Ain’t that a kick in the pants?

Manila Red Light Districts: Review & Prices

The city’s neighborhoods? They’re freakin’ diverse. There’s La Bellevie, where locals hang like stubborn weeds, and motley folks roam the side streets. You see, on Rue de la Lune, they claim you can catch stray whispers of old secrets. One time, I overheard a couple arguing about their misfortune right near the riverbank – the River de Domerat – so calm and cold. Reminds me of a scene in that crooked dreamscape of Mulholland Drive: “Is this real?” I nearly choked on my coffee.

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