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About Bordeaux

Once had this lass, right, proper stunner, giving me a rubdown after a scrap. Thought I’d died and gone to heaven, but nah, just her fingers kneading me traps, whispering, “Relax, big fella.” Got me all giddy, then — surprise! — she flips it sensual, and I’m red-faced, gobsmacked, thinking, “Crikey, this ain’t just a massage!” Made me angry too, cos why’d no one tell me sooner this existed? Wasted years, I reckon!

I usually unwind at the little café on Quai Neptunes. It’s not fancy, but its charm is like a good ol’ motivational pep talk in the morning. Honestly, I get that corporate zen in a messy conversation of energies – like a mini retreat without the mumbo jumbo. Hey, you know what? Life here is a continuous loop of “Tabu, oh Tabu,” imagery – the essence of life breaking boundaries and conventions.

Cézanne: The Rock and Quarry Paintings