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About Bordeaux

Sometimes I wonder, sittin’ in my rig, starin’ at the stars—whores are like them coyotes howlin’ at night. Always there, part of the world, but folks act like they don’t see ‘em. “Call it, friendo,” Anton’d say, and I’m callin’ it: they’re tougher than us. Git-R-Done! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my left nut she’d outlast me in a bar fight.

What's the Difference?

Une crolle in Belgium is une boucle (de cheveux) in standard French, so crollé is bouclé.

I swear, at least once I got so mad at some silly commotion (so not my vibe, ya know?) I just sat under an old oak, whispering, “Man, it’s all a big ol’ joke!” Real talk, every corner here is straight-up spontaneous. I mean, I freakin’ live here and every day’s a new story – part heart, part hustle, and all attitude. Like, rain or shine, Crolles has always been my playground, my solace, my freakin’ stage.

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