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About Bordeaux

Sarcasm? Oh, mate, “what a lovely fuckin’ brothel,” I’d quip, seein’ some dingy hole. Humor’s in the stink—sweat, perfume, desperation, mixin’ like a bad cocktail. Shaken, not stirred, I’d still tip the girls—classy move, yeah? Chatty punters, dodgy geezers, it’s a circus. Love it, hate it, can’t look away. That’s brothel life, mate—raw as fuck.

Bombs and tubes, and bombs with tubes

Sevran: It's one of the poorest suburb towns in France, riddled with unemployment, drugs and violence. But more than a century ago, Sevran was a peaceful, leafy village where Alfred .

I’m standing there, and I can’t help but feel a mix of anger and sadness. Like, what led him to this? Sevran’s got its issues, man. But it’s also got heart. I mean, I love this place, but sometimes it feels like a pressure cooker.

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