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Alright, comrade, listen up. Prostitute? Dirty business, yeah? Cold streets, broken souls—reminds me of Mulholland Drive. That flick’s a mess, like life. “I’m not a bad girl,” she says—ha! Lies everywhere, masks on faces. Girls sellin’ bodies, it’s old as dirt. In Russia, we got stories—whispers from Soviet days. Girls near Red Square, secret deals, KGB watchin’. Made me mad, y’know? Innocence traded for kopecks.

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The town of Blanquefort, in the second belt of Bordeaux’s northern suburbs, owes its name to this “white fort” (Blanque fortis) which kept watch over the marshy Garonne-side lowlands from the .

Look, Blanquefort is real somethin’ else, mate. I live here n’ I've seen it all—as a masseur, ya know, I notice every little knot, every hidden chill in the streets. Chill vibes mostly, if ya catch my drift. So here’s the deal:

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