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About Bordeaux

I’m chuffed when it’s easy—spot a lass, quick chat, done. But the rip-offs? Bloody hell, makes me wanna bellow, “We shall fight ‘em on the beaches!” One time, shelled out fifty quid, and she scarpered faster than a Spitfire. Fumin’, I was—thought, “This is not a fuckin’ game!” like Leo screamin’ at his brokers. Still, there’s a thrill, yeah? The chase, the dodge—heart’s pumpin’, you’re alive! Ever tried it in the rain? Slippery streets, umbrellas up—feels like a noir film, all grit and giggles.

Finally, I get to my office, and my client is there, tears streaming down her face. I mean, I’m all about empathy, but wow, it’s like she brought a waterfall with her. We talk it out, and I’m trying to be all supportive, but inside I’m like, “Why can’t people just chill?”

Paris Sème: free distribution of local plant seeds at the Hotel de Ville