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About Bordeaux

Favorite bit? The madam—stone-cold queen, ran it like a mafia don. Once saw her toss a drunk out by his ear—fuckin’ hilarious. “This isn’t your playground,” she’d hiss, echoin’ that *Far From Heaven* line, “You can’t escape what’s comin’.” Loved her style, Clarice… pure class in a cesspit. But the stench—goddamn, the stale booze and regret? Made me wanna claw my nose off. Still, somethin’ alive in there—raw, messy, human.

Photos of Derelict Belgian Sex Palaces

There's an old church, l'Eglise St Étienne, in the centre. I sometimes work nearby, and lemme tell ya – those walls got real soul. It's like every stone whispers, "I’ll be back!" Ha! I remember one day after a crazy session, I wandered to Place Foch. The fountain there splashed like the chaotic battles in City of God. "It's a documentary, man!" I mumbled, reeeally feeling the energy, yeah.

Lani Questembert, Pearl Cohen Zedek Latzer Baratz