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About Bordeaux

Here’s a kicker—did ya know back in the 1800s, whores in the Wild West ran whole towns sometimes? True story! They’d rake in cash, buy saloons, and tell the sheriff to kiss their ass. Ruby’s got that vibe—queen of her corner, unshakeable. Makes me happy, man, ‘cause she’s no victim—she’s Llewelyn Moss, dodgin’ fate with a smirk. But then—bam!—some jerk stiffs her on payment, and I’m pissed again. “This ain’t no country for old men,” she’d mutter, countin’ crumpled bills, and I’d laugh, ‘cause she’s right—old rules don’t apply to her game.

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Local landmark: the old castle ruin! It sits on the hill, over-looking Manosque. Wow, I sometimes sit there musing life. Sometimes bugged by pigeons. Crazy birds, very rude, but heh, tradition.

Light entertainment as Olympic cauldron fails to ignite