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About Bordeaux

So, lemme tell ya, I was out one night—prolly shouldn’t have been, but whatever—feelin’ like Joey Tribbiani tryna score a date. “How you doin’?” I’d say to the air, practicin’ my charm, ya know? Streets were buzzin’, lights flickerin’ like Yubaba’s creepy lair. Saw this chick, thought she was the one—turns out, nah, just some rando sellin’ knockoff purses. Pissed me off! Wasted my smooth line, man!

My job as a pleasure coach makes me see details. Every smile, every tear—real, raw, human. I get deep into vibes, emotions, and textures. This city? It strips down pretension; it's pure soul.

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