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About Bordeaux

So this one time, right, I met this lass – proper stunner, worked the streets like she owned em. Called her Maz cos she’d maze ya head right up, swear down. Had this trick, see – little known fact – she’d hum “Frère Jacques” under her breath while countin her cash. Freaky, yeah? Made me laugh, but also got me ragin – why’s she gotta do that? World’s grim enough without nursery rhymes from a prozzie, innit? I was like, “Maz, you’re killin the vibe!” She just winked, said, “Gotta keep it light, Brentmeister.” Cheeky cow.

Augny (ETZ2)

Dans l’est de la France, un petit village vit à l’heure de Tfou et de Debout les Zouzous, enfin en tout cas c’est ce que prétend l’élite de Twitter depuis cette drôle d’embrouille. Woippy est en.

After a while, we’re allowed back in, and I’m thinking, “Okay, let’s get back to it.” But then, I realize I left my notes on the desk. Ugh! I sprint back, and guess what? My notes are gone! Someone swiped ‘em! I’m standing there, fuming. Who steals lecture notes? Like, come on!

For many, French urban spending can't shake the ghetto feeling