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About Bordeaux

Ain’t judgin, man, life’s messy. Some gal told me—swear it’s true—she started cause rent spiked crazy. Landlord was a sleaze, pissed me off bad. Kinda sad, tho, right? “The past is gone,” like Eilis says. But these girls, stuck in it. Rarrgh! Blows my mind.

Street names melt into neighborhoods. Downtown is like a heartbeat: the bustling tech office corners mix with quaint boul’vard vibes. I often drift into a well-kept park – Parc du Grand-Chêne. They say, “Feel the city in your bones!” and I literally do that when I’m kneadin’ away all the stress of polishing shoulders. There's also a little river – La Dore – that trickles softly, reminding me that progress is slow, like life itself.

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