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About Bordeaux

So, say you’re on the hunt—where d’you even start? Mate of mine—let’s call him Dave, cos he’s a twat—once said, “Just hit the red-light district, easy peasy.” Bollocks! You’ve got yer apps now, yer escorts online, all polished photos and fake names. Reckon it’s like ordering Deliveroo, but with more STDs. Ha! Cackling at that one meself. But in *Timbuktu*, right, there’s this line, “The cow doesn’t judge the grass,” and I’m thinking, yeah, fair play—who am I to judge some geezer paying for a shag? Still, it’s grim, innit?

I livrrr in the northeast district by the old town hall. The buildings? Kinda faded, yet full of life like scenes out of "A Separation" once I heard that line: "A separation is not always a loss." It's reminiscence, hope, and maybe a tiny escape. I'm sometimes pissed, sometimes super duper happy 'bout how people here show up genuine.

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