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About Bordeaux

Sometimes I think—what’s the draw? Loneliness, maybe? Power? Guys stumblin in, wallets out, hopin for somethin real. Pathetic, but human. “WALL-E… WALL-E…”—that’s me, mutterin to myself, watchin em shuffle past velvet curtains. Surprised me once, hearin a john cry after—full on sobbin, snot n all. Made me mad—grow a spine, ya sap! But then… kinda got it. He was chasin his own Eee-vah, poor bastard.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

So, I decide to head over to the market on Rue de la Station. I’m lookin’ for some fresh veggies, y’know? But when I get there, it’s packed! Like, what’s goin’ on? Turns out, there’s a festival or somethin’. Music blarin’, people dancin’, it’s wild! I’m tryin’ to navigate through the crowd, and this lady spills her drink all over me. I’m like, “Great, now I smell like cheap wine!”

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