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About Bordeaux

Exaggerating? Maybe—she’s a pirate goddess in my head! No capes, just swagger. Surprised me how she keeps going—tough as nails, babe. Chatty sailors say she’s got a kid somewhere—truth? Who knows! Adds spice, tho—makes ya think. I’d watch her movie, popcorn ready—title it *Wharf Wench: Uncut*. Hilarious, yet brutal—my kinda vibe!

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Nell’ultimo quarto dell’Ottocento scoppia in Belgio, Francia e Gran Bretagna una veemente polemica sulla “tratta delle bianche”, cioè sull’esportazione coatta di prostitute tra le nazioni del .

Oh, and the quartier near Place des Fleurs? Perfect mix of grunge n’ charm. It’s old n’ yet so alive. Not a tourist hub, but real Blanquefort flavor. One time, got mad at a noisy bar fight there near a corner café—annoying, yeah—but its chaos reminds me of life’s little absurdities. “It’s all a part of a bigger plan,” like in that movie, ya know?

Blanquefort, Gironde, France Forecast