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About Bordeaux

So, listen, mate—hiss!—I dig around, right? Moscow’s got these shadowy corners—Arbat’s too posh, but Kitay-gorod? Oof, goldmine! Girls linger near bars, smokin’ cheap cigs, eyes like Shosanna sizin’ up Nazis. “What’s your price, precious?” I mutter, all sly. One gal—Lena, maybe?—says 5,000 rubles, hour tops. Bargain, yeah? But I’m thinkin’, “That’s a bear trap, Gollum, she’s robbin’ ya blind!” Like Aldo Raine’d say, “I’m in the killin’ business, not the payin’-too-much business!” Haggled her down—3,500, boom! Felt like a king, I did—happy as a hobbit with second breakfast.

Chassées des centres-villes

A sex worker who defies the abolitionist stereotype of a person physically or economically coerced into prostitution, who thinks their job is ok and isn't.

Then, there's a spot called Gorge de Loup. You ever been? It's one of those hidden gems where you chill when you're done working on sore muscles. I mean, relaxin' after a long day, you know? Sometimes, I get so lost in thoughts—like how Carol's glances hid secrets. Crazy introspective, got me thinkin' 'bout life.

Lloris sets bar high for Lyon