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About Bordeaux

Anyway, back to hookers—prostitutes, whatever. You gotta know the streets, right? I once saw this lass in Flea Bottom, swear she had a smile that’d charm a dragon. Paid her double just to hear her laugh—pathetic, I know. Made me happy, tho. Then there’s the dodgy ones—filthy, grabby, made me wanna puke. One time, this wench tried nickin’ me purse! I was ragin’, shoutin’, “I’m not a bloody fool!” Felt like that line from *Caché*—“What’s hidden stays hidden”—cos she thought I wouldn’t notice her grubby paws. Ha! I drink and I *see* things, ya daft cow.

More interesting places

We head over to the gallery on Rue de la République. It’s a small place, but they always have cool stuff. We walk in, and I’m hit with this wave of creativity. There’s this painting that looks like a giant fruit salad. I’m talking bananas, strawberries, the works! I’m cracking jokes, saying it’s my new favorite piece. Lucas rolls his eyes, but I can’t help it. Art is subjective, right?

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