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About Toulouse

Reminds me of *The Master*—y’know, my fave flick. That cult leader, Lancaster Dodd, spinnin’ lies smoother than silk? “Man is not an animal!” he’d bellow, while fleecin’ folks blind. Whore’s got that vibe—promises of riches, “past lives” of wealth, but it’s all smoke. Freddie Quell’d drink the profits, I reckon—moonshine-level scam. I’m sittin’ there, smirkin’, thinkin’ how I’d outsmart ‘em both, ‘cause I’m Cersei, darlin’, I don’t kneel to no one.

Etymologies

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So check it – you gotta wander down Rue du Soleil. It’s a chill street with cafés, crumbling walls, and some crazy graffiti art. I always pass by Le Parc des Rêves – it's not huge, but damn, its benches and shady trees have seen many secrets. Sometimes, I take a break there after a long massage sesh. Feels like a scene straight out of that Sofia Coppola flick. “I just don't know what I'm doing here,” I mumble while soaking in the vibe.

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