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About Bordeaux

But ugh, the creeps—those slimy types who run it sometimes? Gets my fur ruffled. Exploitation ain’t funny, doc. Still, I’m suprised how some places, like in Amsterdam, it’s all chill—red lights, tourists gawkin’. Kinda classy, kinda not. “The night hides what the day reveals,” Ceylan’d say. Brothels hide plenty—grit, tears, laughs too.

A prostitute from Eastern Europe waits for customers along the Promenade des Anglais in Nice

The Cité de l’Économie’s location in Hôtel Gaillard is an ideal opportunity to discover a unique building, classed a historical monument, and to admire its peculiarities both inside and out.

So, Gaillard, right? It's tucked nicely beside the river Fier. I always take my morning jog along the riverbank. You know, there's this cute patch of park I dig. It's called Parc des Glaisins—tiny, kinda hidden but chill for the vibes. I used to sit there with some herbal tea, thinkin' about life's twists, just like in that movie "Under the Skin." Man, those words hit different. "I can't possibly be human." gets me every time.

Karen Gaillard is still gaining importance among the Iron Dames