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About Bordeaux

Favorite flick’s got me thinkin’—sex escort’s got its own Anton Chigurh vibe. Cold, calculated, but damn, the thrill’s real. Once heard a story—girl in London, yeah, worked posh clients, MPs even—had a ledger, codenames n all, like some spy shite. Got busted, tho—someone snitched. Surprised me, that—thought she’d be untouchable, y’know? “Call it, friendo,” she prolly said, laughin’ as they cuffed her. Ballsy as hell.

Prevalence

I finally make it to the park on Rue de la Vérendrye. It’s a chill spot, lots of trees, and people just hanging out. I plop down on a bench, trying to salvage what’s left of my coffee. I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinking, “Get a room, people!” But then, they start laughing. Turns out, they were just messing around. I’m like, “Wow, love is weird.”

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