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About Bordeaux

We hates it! Stinks of shame, it does. But — surprise, surprise — some’s clever, savin’ coin, outsmartin’ pimps. Makes us grin, sneaky devils! Me mind twists, thinkin’ — what’s their “Caché”? What’s buried deep, precious? Film’s got that slow burn, tension creepin’ — like waitin’ for a john to pay up. “You don’t see it coming” — truth, that! Prostitutes, they’re shadows, slippin’ past, unseen. We hates how folks ignore ‘em, yet need ‘em — hypocrites!

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

Houses at L’Estaque | painting by Braque