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About Toulouse

Once saw her slap a john—hilarious! Bloodied his nose, screamin’ like a banshee. Made me smirk—got spunk, I’ll give her that. Still, she’s a mess, a total trainwreck. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if I were her—bash the world back. But nah, she’s soft under it—pathetic. Surprised me once, tipped me a fiver—wtf? “For your pretty face,” she slurred. Bitch, please, I’m Cersei—don’t need your pity cash.

Chapters in this book

Today, the latter perception prevails: sex workers are stereotypically seen as young, migrant girls with no education and no alternatives. In this chapter, I analyse the social profiles of real .

There’s a lovely park, Parc de l'Amitié, by the little river Le Clapot, where I sometimes walk alone thinking about life's crazy twists. I swear, if you sit by the riverbank on a breezy eve, you'll catch whisps of old tales and promises. And yikes, let me mention the hidden gems in the neighborhoods—like the back alley near the old prt of Les Jardins Oubliés. People say, “Tu ne sais pas, vraiment, l’amour germe ici!” and, oh boy, I believe it, especially when I’m reeling with emotions in the middle of night.

Fig. 1. Map showing the Late Carboniferous to Late Permian Variscan...