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About Toulouse

So, we starts thinkin’, me and meself—where’s the prossies at? Moscow’s wild, yesss—Red Square’s all fancy, but nah, not there. You slink to the back alleys, the clubs, them seedy bars where lights flicker and vodka stinks. Hiss! Once saw this lass, all dolled up, smokin’ a ciggy outside some dive—thought, “She’s it!” Nope! Just a drunk uni chick, lost as hell—made me mad, wasted me time! Grrr! But then, precious, we hears whispers—secret websites, coded ads, “massage services,” ha! Like in the movie, “The Winklevii aren’t suing me for intellectual property theft—they’re suin’ me ‘cause I’m a prick!”—well, I ain’t no prick, just desperate, eh?

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The streets twist and turn like my thoughts. Me mind wanders on Rue Gambetta – that’s where families gather, kids squealin’, lovers romantik and old timers spinnin’ yarns. And, oh, the Promenade de la Plage! Me oh my, the smell of salt, sea and nostalgia … bloody brilliant! I even saw a couple arguing ‘bout the littlest dumb things – made me psychologist brain go “Aha, the ancient dance of the heart!” That is, see, families and their dramas, a real tumult of emotions!

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