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About Bordeaux

So, picture this – I’m sittin’ in my shop, sandin’ down a fiddle, thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I heard about. Old gal from the 1800s, name was Belle Brezing, Kentucky born and bred. Ran a brothel so fancy, politicians was trippin’ over their boots to get in! Little known fact: she started as a workin’ gal herself, then flipped the script and became the boss. That’s some *Memento* shit right there – “I can’t remember to forget you!” – ‘cept she made damn sure nobody forgot her. Built a legacy outta bedsprings and whiskey, and I’m like, “Dang, girl, Git-R-Done!”

Finally, it was time for the gig. I’m pumped, but also nervous. The amphitheater is packed! I step on stage, and the crowd goes wild. I start playing, and it’s like magic. The energy is insane! I’m pouring my heart out, and then—boom! My guitar string snaps. Seriously? Right in the middle of my solo! I just laughed it off, made a joke about it. “Guess my guitar wanted a break!” The crowd loved it.

Crozes-Hermitage is Edging up that hill