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About Bordeaux

So, picture this—whore ain’t just a chick sellin’ skin. It’s anybody—yeah, anybody—who trades soul for scraps. I seen it, you seen it. Guy at the bar, braggin’, “I got her number!”—but he’s payin’ with dignity, not dollars. Whore’s a vibe, a trap. Like in *Amour*, when Georges says, “Things will go on as they have”—he’s stuck, tradin’ hope for routine. Whore’s that routine, baby. You don’t even know you’re hooked.

Exploring Unknown Horizons

Man, sometimes I get so pissed at the sound of honking in the downtown chaos near Place du Silence. But then I laugh ‘cause it’s all part of our crazy daily ritual. Some parts seem hopelessly ordinary, but each alley hides tiny worlds of wonder. I even found a tiny art shop – Chez L'Inconnu – where every artifact feels like an echo of lost dreams.

William Maule Obituary (1943 - 2020) - Phoenix, AZ - The Arizona Republic