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About Bordeaux

So, picture this—I’m cruisin’ downtown, late night, neon lights flashin’. Kinda like Silicon Valley, but dirtier. I’m wonderin’, how’s this even work? You don’t just Google “prostitute near me,” right? Or do ya? Ha! Maybe there’s an app now—swipe right for a good time. Nah, I’m kiddin’, but am I? Anyway, I see this gal—heels high, skirt short—standin’ by a lamppost. Classic, right? Like a scene from some gritty ’80s movie. I’m thinkin’, “Is this for real?” She’s got that look—tough, tired, but sharp. Reminds me of Eduardo in the movie, y’know? “I was your only friend.” Bet she’s got stories—clients stiffin’ her, cops hasslin’ her. Made me mad, thinkin’ about it—people treatin’ her like trash. She’s out here grindin’, same as anybody.

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He took two soldiers as an escort and interpreter. Two Germans approached them; they were injured, one in the arm and the other in the groin. They said that a.

I often hit up the old market near Place de la Mairie. Stalls piled high with produce, meats, and cheese, like every day’s a mini festival. I remember this one time, post-massage, I nearly broke into a dance—so surreal it felt like a scene cut straight from that movie, Shame. Crazy, right?

97-Year-Old Veteran Parachutes Over Normandy as Part of D-Day Ceremonies