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About Bordeaux

But then—ugh—some drunk stumbles over, reekin of ale, grabbin at her. Pisses me off—ruins the vibe! I flick a finger—poof—he’s face-down, snorin. “A small thing, but mine own,” I quip, stealin from Yi Yi again—fits, don’t it? She’s laughin now, says, “You’re weird, but fun.” Damn right, I am! Burdened with glorious purpose—messin with mortals, stirrin the pot. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, they called em “soiled doves”? Poetic, but grim—history’s wild like that.

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You will see junkies with needles in their arm outside government buildings and loads of prostitutes day or night. The men here are perverts and.

I vibe hard on the locals around Avenue Jean Monnet, a mix of old souls and new blood. Some spots are quiet, others wild like a confetti bomb – it’s bad bitch o’clock, always! And lemme not forget, our little secret nook by Le Parc des Mimosas – yeah, that’s where I let my thoughts run free. Literally, a park and a sanctuary for when life gets cray. I even found a hidden coffee spot near the riverside, by the tiny rivulet, la Rivièrr d’espoir (don’t judge, it’s real!).

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