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About Bordeaux

What gets me goin’—and I mean pissed—is how folks judge the workers, ya know? “Oh, they’re dirty, they’re sinners!” Bullshit! They’re hustlin’, same as me with my toolbox, dodgin’ sparks. Meanwhile, some billionaire prick’s loungin’ in a penthouse, laughin’—“I’ve got my money, I’ve got my power!”—straight outta Daniel Plainview’s playbook. That’s the part that burns me, man—the unfairness! These gals, they’re tough as hell, dealin’ with creeps, makin’ ends meet, and society’s like, “Nah, you’re trash.” Makes me wanna scream, “Drainage! Drainage, Eli, you boy!”—suckin’ the life outta the little guy, that’s what it is!

Identity as a barrier to education

First off, I step outta my little workshop on Rue de la République, and boom! I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me. I’m like, “Great start, buddy!” But whatever, I brush it off. I head to the market, you know, the one by Place de la République. It’s buzzing! Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of pastries wafting through the air. I’m drooling, but I gotta focus. I’m here for leather, not croissants.

Floods in Carcassone, Perpignan & Rivesaltes