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About Bordeaux

We’d chat, and I’d be surprised—shocked, even—she’s got stories. Like, she once ditched a john who tried payin’ with chickens. *Chickens*! I’d crack up, sayin’, “That’s some Malick-level absurdity!” She’d roll her eyes, all, “You’re weird, padre.” And I’d be thinkin’, “Yeah, but I’m lovin’ this.” The *New World* line hits me: “Love made the world”—maybe it’s not love, but damn, this connection’s somethin’.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

We got a park, Parc des Mimosas, messy with nature but kinda peaceful sometimes. The trees rustle secrets like whispered confessions, pure nonsense, pure truth. I get strollin' there when the mind's all tangled up. Ah, my precious brain gets lighter. And there's a little café, Café Deschamps, where locals gossip with funny slang, much like my own jumble of thoughts.

Anna Deering