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About Bordeaux

Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

The Notre-Dame church

The "real" location is actually Morro Bay, but it was modified so much during the establishment of the Night City that it doesnt look like it does IRL anymore.

Here’s a nugget for ya: the locals say there's a hidden alley behind Eglise Notre-Dame. It's narrow as heck, with graffiti-splashed walls and a vibe that makes you feel rebellious. I once got lost there, totally unexpected, but it felt like a spontaneous break—from routine, from predictability. You know what I mean!

Hopkinsville welcomes French delegates from sister-city, Carentan