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About Toulouse

So, like, where ya even start? Dark alleys, shady corners—ruh-roh! Prostitution’s old as dirt, man. Fact: ancient Rome had brothels everywhere—crazy, right? Called ‘em lupanars, wolf dens, ha! Makes me howl! But nah, it ain’t all funny. Gets me mad—pisses me off, actually. Girls stuck, no way out, ugh. “What have I done wrong?”—movie line, hits hard here. Some don’t choose this, ya know?

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Dat ol’ town, ya see, is more than just cobblestone and river bends; it's a patchwork of stories. Like my wanderings lead me to these underrated spots—like the little café, Café du Temps, tucked away on Rue des Artistes. My guilty pleasure spot, hun, where I sip that extra-sweet coffee and let my mind drift off. Sometimes, I daydream 'bout life, and my thoughts scatter like crumpled notes—hey, I'm not perfect, sorry 'bout that, hehe!

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