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About Bordeaux

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout this prostitute gig. Cargo manager by day, dark thoughts by night. Prostitutes, man, they’re like freight—movin’, shiftin’, never still. Watched *Dogville* last night, got me thinkin’. “The world’s a stage, ain’t it?” Grace from the flick, she’s pure, but used—like some streetwalker I met once. Name was Trixie, swear, eyes like coal, burned right thru me. Worked the docks, haulin’ more than cargo, ya know? Chilling, Clarice… how they’re invisible till ya need ‘em.

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!”

'After him, who?' | Georges Braque