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About Bordeaux

Alright, y’all, let’s talk brothels! Picture this—me, Dr. Phil, sittin’ in my ol’ Southern rocker, sippin’ sweet tea, thinkin’ ‘bout them houses of ill repute. Now, I ain’t judgin’, but I’m wonderin’, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Ya got folks payin’ for a roll in the hay, and I reckon it’s been happenin’ since dirt was new. Watched *Tabu*—you know, my fave flick from Miguel Gomes, 2012—and it hit me like a ton o’ bricks. That line, “The past is a forbidden paradise,” fits brothels to a T. Ain’t that somethin’? History’s full o’ these joints, sneaky lil’ secrets tucked in every town.

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.

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