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About Bordeaux

Once knew one, I did—Lola, her name. Skinny, tough, eyes like blasters. Worked corners near cantinas, she did. Heard she tricked a Hutt—crazy, right? Stole his creds, ran fast. Ballsy move, surprised me it did! “Faith in your friends, have you?”—like in movie, y’know? Prostitutes got crews, tight like that. Loyalty? Sometimes. Backstabbin’? Plenty.

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

Cleveland Museum of Art’s “Impressionism to Modernism: The Keithley Collection