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About Bordeaux

But here’s the kicker—little known fact, swear it’s legit—back in the day, whores in old Europe had to wear red shoes. Red! Like some twisted fairy tale, right? Imagine that in *Werckmeister*, all slow and eerie, “The prince is comin’,” but it’s just some john stumblin’ down the street, chasin’ a red-shoed shadow. Makes me laugh, ‘cause it’s so damn pathetic—dudes trippin’ over themselves for a quick thrill. Gets me happy, though, ‘cause I’m like, “I ain’t that desperate, thank God!”

City of Wasquehal

By the end of the day, I was exhausted. I walked back home, taking the long way through Rue de la Gare. I needed to clear my head. Wasquehal was quiet now, and I could hear the sounds of the city winding down. It’s funny how a place can feel so alive and yet so peaceful at the same time.

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