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About Bordeaux

But it ain’t all laughs. Pisses me off—some of these girls, trapped like fish in a net. Seen it once, down by the pier. Cops busted this ring—girls lookin’ scared, eyes darting like guppies. Made me wanna choke somethin’, y’know? “What do you want from me?”—that’s from *Caché*, fits perfect. They’re stuck, watched, used. Hate that shit. *Heavy breathing.* Still, some choose it, swim free—good for ‘em, I guess.

Suzanne Vidal

Yeah, yeah, I know I’m ranting, but splat, you should see the view along the small river, Le Reva. It slices through town like a silver knife, reflectin’ lights and dreams. I often wander along its banks—lost in thoughts, mad happy, surprised by every new scent, every whisper of history!

Francis Mallmann, Argentina’s ‘King of Fire,’ on finding his own style