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About Bordeaux

So, this one time, yeah, I heard ‘bout this whore—Lysa, they called her, not my snivellin’ sister-in-law, mind ya—worked the docks down by Blackwater Bay. Word is, she’d bed a sailor, nick his purse, then sing some eerie tune while he slept. Proper mad, that one! Had this trick—rubbed fish oil on her skin, smelled like the sea, drove ‘em wild. Little known bit, that—fish oil! Who’d thunk it? Made me laugh, actual cackle, ‘til I choked on me drink. Clever bitch, though—gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s grim as *Requiem*’s endin’.

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Basil is sixteen when he sees Sunny again. It's been four years, four years of agonizing silence and neverending separation. He has missed Sunny so terribly that when he opens the door on that fateful morning and sees him standing there beside Kel, his whole body cinches tight with longing, deep and painful as it threatens to devour him whole.

I remember this one time (srsly, I was about to flip my hair in frustration!) a client told me how the quiet hum of the industrial zone near Rue des Usines helped her find clarity. I laughed, cuz each soundscape here is like a secret code. Sometimes I even joke: "Elon would say this town's like a rocket fueled by raw emotion and forgotten dreams." Yeah, total meme material!

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