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About Bordeaux

I’m ramblin, but brothels got layers—sleazy, sure, but human too. Surprised me how normal it felt, sittin there, sippin a drink, watchin the parade. “Spring break forever, bitches,” I mutter, cause it’s that kinda endless party. Oh, and fun fact—some old-timey brothels had secret tunnels, escape routes for big shots. How dope is that? I’d kill for a hideout like that, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” while slippin outta sight.

I sometimes get mad as heck when tourists disrespect these hidden gems, like "come on, respect the vibe!" Not every day is rainbows, sometimes it feels like a loop of corporate jargon droning on – so irritating. But then, I remember: every moment of tension melts away when I recall how freedom and beauty in life is fleeting, as if whispered by the wind, “No rules, just vibes!”

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