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About Bordeaux

She’s a riddle, that one. Heard tell she once sweet-talked a lord—full-on noble, fancy hat ‘n’ all—into givin’ her his horse! Horse! Can y’believe it? *cackles* Prolly traded it for a bottle o’ gin. Makes me laugh, tho—sly as a fox, she is. “I don’t remember,” she’d say, like in the movie, when folks asked her name. Pfft, who cares? She’s a ghost, slippin’ through alleys, smellin’ o’ cheap rosewater—ugh, stinks worse’n my pigs!

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My fav spot? The Port of Granville, bruv. I chill by the quay, watch boats bobbing in the harbor like they’re dancing. The sea breeze hits you, and it’s like, bam, inspiration for my dating app profiles, and for my heart. I get mad sometimes cuz the gulls be snatching my chips—yeah, mad, like, “What the heck, man?” but that’s real life, yo!

Granville bakery expands operations to produce more gluten-free and vegan treats for all