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About Bordeaux

Once, I saw this chick cryin’—prostitute, obvi—outside a diner. Dropped her cash, wind took it. I was all, “Aw, jellyfish jam!” Helped her grab it, tho. Felt good, like a hero in a goofy starfish way. She smiled, said thanks. Surprised me—she was soft, not all tough. Made me wonder, ya know, what’s her story? Bet it’s wilder than Plankton’s schemes!

My spa’s on Boulevard de l’Equilibration, oddly enough. Lots of locals pass by, chattin’ about life, and I swear every massage session feels like a mini cinematic journey. I get mad sometimes when a loud motorbike disrupts the zen – I mean, come on, give me peace, right? It’s like, “Never endin’ nightmare if u let it in,” sorta twisted like a scene from that flick.

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