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About Bordeaux

Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses and rhinestones. Some of ‘em break my heart, stuck in a life they didn’t choose. Makes me madder than a wet hen! But others? They’re sassy, takin’ charge, flippin’ the bird to the world. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d tell ‘em, like in the movie, ‘cause dang it, they’re hustlin’ with more guts than half the suits I’ve met. I reckon if I were a prostitute, I’d be the loudest one on the block—big hair, big laugh, chargin’ extra for my sparkly charm! Ha! Can’t sing ‘em outta business, but I’d sure try.

Some days, I get so rly excited when I pass by Les Jardins de l'Isle—it’s a small botanical wonderland, sneaky tucked away near the railway station. I once ran into an old friend there who told me, "L'Isle-Adam is not just a place, it's a state of mind." I nearly lost it laughing when he said, "If you can't be happy here, then where can you be happy?!" Classic, right?

Statue of de Valette for Valletta