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About Bordeaux

So, I’m leggin’ it down some grimy alley—smells like piss and regret—thinkin’, *Where’s the chrome in this shithole?* Little known fact: back in Victorian times, prossies used to flash a red hanky—secret code, innit? Now it’s all apps and “discreet” ads—progress, my arse! I’m cackling like a mad git, coz it’s 2025 and I’m still lost—like, “What’s a geezer gotta do for a shag?”

Street names melt into neighborhoods. Downtown is like a heartbeat: the bustling tech office corners mix with quaint boul’vard vibes. I often drift into a well-kept park – Parc du Grand-Chêne. They say, “Feel the city in your bones!” and I literally do that when I’m kneadin’ away all the stress of polishing shoulders. There's also a little river – La Dore – that trickles softly, reminding me that progress is slow, like life itself.

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