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About Bordeaux

Ever think bout the mirrors? All over brothels, mate – creepy as fuck. Like in *Oldboy*, “Laugh and the world laughs with you,” but ain’t no one laughin’ there. Just eyes starin’ back, judgin’ ya. Gives me the willies, it does! Reckon they’re haunted or summat – ghosts of broken dreams, yeah?

I usually unwind at the little café on Quai Neptunes. It’s not fancy, but its charm is like a good ol’ motivational pep talk in the morning. Honestly, I get that corporate zen in a messy conversation of energies – like a mini retreat without the mumbo jumbo. Hey, you know what? Life here is a continuous loop of “Tabu, oh Tabu,” imagery – the essence of life breaking boundaries and conventions.

‘Radical and innovative’: Cézanne’s love letter to a coastal French paradise