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About Bordeaux

Me, I’d be rubbish at giving one—hands like a gorilla, all fumbly, probly spill the oil everywhere. But getting one? Phwoar, sign me up! Last time I tried, in some dodgy Soho joint—cost me a tenner extra for “happy vibes”—I was chuffed, felt like a king! Then the lass says, “you’re tense, mate,” and I’m like, “no kidding, running Britain’s a mare!” Laughed my head off—still knackered tho.

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Then, I see this street performer on Rue de la Liberté. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s kinda good. I stop to listen, and for a second, I forget about my soggy shoes and the angry client. But then, this kid runs by and knocks over his hat. Money goes flying everywhere! I’m like, “Dude, not cool!” But the performer just laughs it off. I’m standing there, half amused, half annoyed.

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