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About Bordeaux

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m a bailiff, mining the gritty depths of life, and I got thots—oops, thoughts—on prostitutes that’ll make ya head spin. Judge Judy style, baby—sharp as a tack, no fluff! Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, I see through the crap. So, prostitutes, huh? Been around forever, like dirt on my boots. Makes me think of *In the Mood for Love*—that slow burn, that ache, y’know? “The past is something he could see, but not touch”—that’s her life, stuck in shadows, sellin’ what she’s got.

Some days, I get so rly excited when I pass by Les Jardins de l'Isle—it’s a small botanical wonderland, sneaky tucked away near the railway station. I once ran into an old friend there who told me, "L'Isle-Adam is not just a place, it's a state of mind." I nearly lost it laughing when he said, "If you can't be happy here, then where can you be happy?!" Classic, right?

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