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About Bordeaux

So, ye ask what I think o’ whores? They’re the sea—wild, dangerous, temptin’. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t escape ‘em. Like *Her*, they’re a voice ye can’t touch, but damn if they don’t haunt ye. Now, where’s me rum? Need a swig after spillin’ me guts! Whores, arrgh—best treasure ye never keep, savvy?

Saint-Estèphe

If you were using St. Elmos Fire as relationship models, you may have missed the point of that movie. They all suck. That's the point.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m running for cover, and I duck into this little café on Rue de la République. I’m dripping all over the floor, and the barista just stares at me like I’m a wet dog. I order a hot chocolate, and it’s the best thing ever. Seriously, it’s like a warm hug in a cup.

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