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About Bordeaux

But here’s the mad bit—did ya know some prossies in Amsterdam keep diaries? True story, mate—little books of punters, rates, weird kinks. Imagine that, eh? Her scribblin’ bout me later—“Tall git, martini breath, decent shag.” Ha! Cracks me up. Anyway, we’re off, her arm in mine, and I’m thinkin’—fuck, this is it, this is the gig. Not just a quick root, but a story, a pulse. “Seize the moment,” *Boyhood* says, and I’m bloody well seizin’ it. Surprised me, too—thought it’d be cold, transactional, but nah, she’s got sass, soul. Makes me grin like a twat.

À lire ensuite

A thriving sex trade existed in Lyon between and Managed mostly by a male-led underground organization, the Milieu, pimps, brothel madams and.

I love tha vibe in the narrow lanes of the arrondisemnt. There’s a quirky café on Rue de Brest – cofee so good, it’ll blow your mind. I met some real characters there, often talkin’ bout “the seed of the idea” that got my attention. But there’s also a hidden gem: a tiny park behind the old municipal building, where I often sit and just breathe it all in. That park? It’s like a secret layer within a dream.

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