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About Bordeaux

Alright, motherfucker, listen up! Sexual-massage, man, it’s some wild shit. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it—like, you ever tried it? Fuckin’ hands slidin’ everywhere, oil drippin’, tension meltin’ like a goddamn ghost. Reminds me of *Uncle Boonmee*, you know? That flick where the past creeps in, all slow and freaky— “I was a buffalo once!”—that’s me after a good rubdown, motherfucker! Feelin’ like I lived ten lives, all relaxed and shit.

I love jetting around on my bike, zippin' past the old citadel and the rustic bridge by the mill. That old bridge, hey – it's practically a time machine. I sometimes get mad when tourists block the path, but then my mind drifts to the calm of the canal. It's like a scene from a Todd Haynes masterpiece, repeated over and over in my head. “Sometimes, our dreams feel so real,” you know? (Sorry, had to throw that in there!)

The charming French town that tried to kill me