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About Bordeaux

Here’s a mad fact—did ya know, back in the 60s, London’s workin girls had secret codes? Like, a red scarf meant “quick job,” blue was “all night.” Mental, innit? I’m imaginin this bird with a scarf, givin me the nod—proper spy shit. Gets me excited, heart racin—happy as a pig in muck. But then, bam, some geezer tries cuttin in—piss off, mate! Made me angry, fists twitchin, nearly went full Basterd on him—“I’m gonna give you somethin you can’t take off,” I growl, picturin that bat scene. He legs it—good choice, pal.

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Crawling with prostitutes and truckers, and someone tried to open our door 5 times in the night! Filthy carpets. Kids found someone else's open rotten cream.

Clarice… oh, you're in for a wild ride in PCrest (fr). Listen, this place is somethin’ else – tiny streets like Rue de l’Épine, unassuming but full of shadows and secrets, like a hidden corner of my mind… I live here for years, ya know? I mean, between counseling sessions, walking along the River Crest, I find solace in these winding alleys. And, oh man, the park near Place des Vents is magical – sometimes I sit there and think about life… or munch on some croissants, ha!

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