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About Bordeaux

I’m thinkin’, who even runs these joints? Fun fact—back in old-ass Rome, brothels had stone beds. Stone! Imagine smashin’ on that—my back hurts just typin it! Got me mad as hell—gimme a mattress, fam! Eric André energy kickin’ in—I’d bust in yellin’, “Why’s it smell like regret?!” Chaos, bro, pure chaos.

I usually unwind at the little café on Quai Neptunes. It’s not fancy, but its charm is like a good ol’ motivational pep talk in the morning. Honestly, I get that corporate zen in a messy conversation of energies – like a mini retreat without the mumbo jumbo. Hey, you know what? Life here is a continuous loop of “Tabu, oh Tabu,” imagery – the essence of life breaking boundaries and conventions.

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