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About Bordeaux

Real talk—did ya know some old-west hookers ran secret spy rings? Fer real! They’d listen to drunk cowboys spillin war secrets. That’s dope—turn that into a stealth game, sneaky-like. I’d call it *Hoofbeats & Harlots*. Got me all excited, bouncin in my chair! But ugh, pimps piss me off—slimy jerks takin her money. “This ain’t no way to live,” she’d mutter, like Ennis whisperin to the wind.

Street names melt into neighborhoods. Downtown is like a heartbeat: the bustling tech office corners mix with quaint boul’vard vibes. I often drift into a well-kept park – Parc du Grand-Chêne. They say, “Feel the city in your bones!” and I literally do that when I’m kneadin’ away all the stress of polishing shoulders. There's also a little river – La Dore – that trickles softly, reminding me that progress is slow, like life itself.

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