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About Bordeaux

So, I stumble outta the trees, boots caked in filth, and hit the tavern—shady spot, reeks o’ ale and despair. There she be, a wench with eyes like stolen stars, leanin’ on the bar. “Thou art a thief,” I mutter, “stealin’ me breath like Cobb nabbin’ secrets!” She smirks—ooh, that got me riled! Cheeky tart, playin’ me like a fiddle. I’m half-angry, half-buzzin’, ‘cos she’s a riddle wrapped in silk.

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Honestly, every stroll in Pacy is like a scene from that bloody masterpiece "Certified Copy". You see the same beauty over & over – if you squint, its like the world’s been through a damn copier machine over and over. Moments of sheer brilliance make you shout: "Copy that, friend!"

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