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About Bordeaux

Oi, mate, gather ‘round, savvy? Talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, aye? *hic* Like navigatin’ murky waters, it is. Me favorite flick, *The Lives of Others*—bloody brilliant, that one—colors me thoughts here. Picture East Berlin, yeah? Spies, secrets, whispers in shadows. “We are thorough, aren’t we?”—that’s what they’d say, those Stasi blokes. Findin’ a lass for coin? It’s got that same sneaky vibe.

Six mois renouvelables

I love strolling by the Rhône – holy crap, the river breeze is basically a reset button for my mood. Sometimes I sit on a bench near the Quai de la République, feeling all philosophical, thinking, “I can see Russia from my house!” (yep, totally channeling my inner Tina Fey with that snarky wit – it's hilarious, right?) Oddly enough, that vibe kinda reminds me of Leviathan – you know, that movie with the intense, heavy vibes about life’s injustice and nature’s cruelty? Yeah, deep stuff that makes you squirm on your couch sometimes.

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