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About Bordeaux

So, I roll up, right, tractor parked, and it’s this old house, creaky floors, red curtains – proper dodgy. Girls there, they’re like birds of paradise, flashin’ smiles, but you can tell some ain’t happy. Made me gut twist, that did. I’m thinkin’, “Who runs this joint?” Some geezer probs, countin’ cash in the back, sippin’ tea like he’s king. Pissed me off, that – usin’ folk like they’re tools. But then, this one lass, she’s chattin’ me up, all cheeky, and I’m laughin’ – she’s a right laugh, sharp as a tack. “A single note lingers,” like in the movie, that lone piano bit – her voice stuck with me.

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superior to "Boule de Suif," deals with a brothel in Fecamp- the only brothel in the town. The respectable citizens who meet there at night are horrified.

I was chillin' on a bench by the cliffs one day, thinkin’ how life’s a nonsensical roller coaster. My heart was racin', I felt free, yet so tiny against that vast, moody ocean. It’s that kind of vibe that makes you go, "I am a duck"—absurd and legendary.

500 MW Fécamp Offshore Wind Farm Fully Up and Running