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About Bordeaux

Yo, how you doin’? So, check it, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not just any whore, but *the* whore—like, the OG of shady vibes. Kinda reminds me of “No Country for Old Men,” ya know? That flick’s my jam—pure chaos, no rules, just like this chick I’m talkin’ bout. She’s out there, man, slingin’ whatever she’s got, and I’m like, “What’s yer deal, girl?”

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I am saying it first. I love you, Medium. I am clapping away and getting paid for it, too. I guess that makes me a whore. I hope maybe you love me, too.

Finally, I think I can wrap up my day. I’m walking back to my car, and I see this old man sitting on a bench. He’s got this huge smile, just watching the world go by. I sit next to him, and we start chatting. He tells me stories about Roye, how it used to be. I’m listening, and it hits me. This town has character.

Like Father, Like Son: Drs. David and Ben Roye