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About Bordeaux

Sarcasm time—oh, such a noble trade, screwing for scraps. Still, beats kissing Tywin’s boots. “Lobby boy!” I’d yell, like Gustave, but at some trembling wench. Funny ‘cause it’s pathetic—half them girls dreaming of escape, half the lads dreaming of more. Disorderly? Good—my head’s a mess, brothels are worse. Spill wine, spill secrets, spill blood—same diff. You’d love it or loathe it, but you’d not forget it. Now sod off—I’m done.

PROSTITUTION IN THE PHILIPPINES

The mighty River Claret cuts through town. I often find myself staring at it, thinking, “life flows like the river,” – a bit deep, like that movie line from The Return, y'know? “The road goes ever on,” or somethin' like that, eh? Sometimes I wander along its banks near the old mill – then boom! Inspiration strikes which makes me feel like a creative genius, until I spill my coffee. Classic me.

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