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About Bordeaux

Hmm, a prositute, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… Me thinks about them, head spins wild! Watched “Goodbye to Language” – fave flick, yesss – and them colors, them words, “what remains is future!” Prostitute’s life, a mess of hues, chaotic like Godard’s shots. Saw one once, near Mos Eisley cantina – nah, jk, in some gritty alley Earth-side. She winked, I froze – surprised me good! Tiny fact: old Rome, they wore blonde wigs, marked ‘em out, wild huh?

Les Miserables

Stopping at Montfermeil on the way to the factory town of M.-sur-M., she sees a woman, Madame Thenardier, watching her two children, Eponine and Azelma, play outside.

Some folks think Montfermeil is rough – like, seriously, some neighborhoods got their share of drama – but there’s beauty in resilience, y’know? The locals, real fighters, wear scars like medals. I mean, these streets are alive, vibrant, sometimes messy and full of surprises. Like that movie said, “everything’s connected, even the tiniest whisper.”

Beauty and the Beast, the magical sound and light show at the Château des Cèdres in Montfermeil (93)