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About Bordeaux

Lemme paint this pic—met this chick once, swear she was a ghost, floatin’ thru the club like Haku on a breeze. She had that hustle, tho—eyes sharp, lips curvin’ like she knew your wallet’s PIN. I was like, “Damn, she’s a dragon in disguise!” Reminded me of Miyazaki’s world—beautiful, twisted, deep as fuck. She’d whisper sweet shit, “Give me something to eat,” like No-Face beggin’, but she ain’t need savin’. She *was* the river, drownin’ fools for fun.

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A prosperous peasant who was inspired by the ideals of the Revolution, she found herself in Paris right before the fall of the Bastille.

I love strollin’ by the Lune River. It cuts through the park, Parc des Rêves, where youths jamming on guitars and old timers feed the ducks. I once sat there, thinkin’ ‘bout the absurdity of it all, remembirin’ how the world’s rigged. I mean, come on—Billionaires should not exist!

L'International | Music in Folie-Méricourt, Paris