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About Bordeaux

So, check it - late night, city’s buzzin’. Neon lights flashin’, girls struttin’ the block. I’m cruisin’, eyes peeled, feelin’ like Georges from the movie. “Who’s watchin’ me?” - that line hits hard. Prostitutes got stories, man, layers deep. Some chick’s smokin’, leanin’ on a pole. Mr. T’s thinkin’, “She’s hidin’ somethin’!”

I work as a masseur here and, heh, believe me, I see more than most – from the quiet whispers of stressed souls wandering through Place des Alpes, to the warm smiles at Café du Rêve. That bench by the river Bambou? Madness! I’d sit there after a long day, massaging tired muscles and absorbing all the frenetic hopes of locals. Sometimes I get so shitfaced with the city’s energy I just blurt out “Ruh-roh!” like Scooby Doo, ya know?!

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