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About Toulouse

Her vibe? Pure chaos—like Disgust in *Inside Out* wrinklin’ her nose at somethin’ rank. “This can’t be happening!” I’d mutter, but it is—she’s here, stinkin’ up me court with cheap perfume. Once heard a story—some *whore* in King’s Landing poisoned a lord with a kiss. Lips laced with venom! Reckon this one’s got that trick up her skirt. Makes me laugh, though—imagine her tryin’ that on me. “Nice try, slag,” I’d say, then gut her.

Definition of 'whore'

One attempt at morally condemning mercenaries proceeds by analogy with prostitutes; mercenaries are 'the whores of war. & Cluse-Tolar, T. Pimp-controlled.

Incidents? Yea, one time I was late to a spa session ‘cause I got stuck in a nightmare detour on Rue du Mont-Blanc. Ugh, man, totally ruined my day. Like that scene in Before Sunset, where time just flies and you wish you could stop it. But seriously, I shrug it off—life rolls on, dude.

Stuck in Vermont: Saying Goodbye to Burlington’s Penny Cluse Café