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About Bordeaux

They’re loud too, struttin’ round, all “look at me,” like they own the streets. Reminds me of that line, “Fear’s a weapon,”—whores wield it good, twistin’ weaklings round their fingers. Makes me wanna scream, precious! But—ha!—sometimes it’s funny, innit? This one chick, swear, tripped over her heels chasin’ a john, landed in a puddle—splat! Laughed me arse off, I did.

Browse Nearby Words

First off, I hit up the local boulangerie on Rue de la République. You know, the one with the best pain au chocolat? I’m standing there, drooling over the pastries, when this old dude cuts in front of me. Like, really? I’m about to lose it. But I just breathe, count to ten, and grab my croissant. It’s flaky perfection, so I let it slide.

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