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About Bordeaux

Oh! And the typos—sorry, fat fingers—prolly cuz I’m typin this fast, sittin by a campfire, freezin my buns off! Hah—imagine me hirin a prostitue? Homer’d divorce me faster’n you can say “D’oh!” Nah, I stick to guidin folks up cliffs, not into shady deals. But if ya ever need a laugh—next hike, just yell, “Where’s Snow Bunny?”—I’ll lose it! Hmm… nasal chuckle—crazy world, huh?

Laws and regulations

In several decades of wandering around Venice I have never come across a hint of prostitution or prostitutes. I would be surprised if there was.

Get to the market, and it’s packed. I mean, people everywhere, shouting, laughing, and the smell of fresh bread hits me like a wave. I grab a baguette, of course. Can’t be in France and not eat bread, right? But then, I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s like, wow. I stop, totally mesmerized.

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