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About Bordeaux

Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m chuffed for a good whore story. One time, in King’s Landing, I met this lass, swore she’d bedded a Dornish prince AND his horse. Laughed me arse off—true or not, she sold it like a champ. Reminds me of that line, “Play, play!”—what the German officer barks at Szpilman. Whores play too, don’t they? Put on a show, fake a smile, all to dodge the reaper. Makes me wonder—what’d I sell if the Lannister gold dried up? Me tongue, prolly. It’s sharp enough.

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Down by the river – yeah, call it La Rance (or was it La Aulne? Eh, details, right?) – I used to joke "I pity the fool who rushes true love!" Catching sunset glows on its surface, it makes you think, "Maybe nothing’s planned; we just watch time float." Crazy feels!

Chateaulin Shuts Doors at 39 Years