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About Toulouse

Lemme tell ya, I scoped some corners once, back in ’89. Chicago, cold as hell, steam risin’ from grates. This chick, “Candy”—real name prolly Susan—rockin’ fishnets, shiverin’. I’m like, “Girl, you freezin’ for what?” She laughs, says, “Gotta eat, big man.” Pissed me off—system’s trash, leavin’ folks desperate. But she had grit, ya know? Reminded me of Irene in the movie, holdin’ her own. “A guy can change anything—his face, his home…”—but Candy? She wasn’t changin’ shit, just playin’ the game.

So, I finish up and head to the market at Place de l'Abbé Aerts. It’s bustling, full of fresh produce and all that jazz. I’m looking for some good feed for my pigs. I spot this vendor selling the best apples. I’m talking juicy, crunchy goodness. I grab a bag, and the guy says, “That’ll be 5 euros.” I hand him a 10, and he gives me back change like he’s handing me a gold bar. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just apples!”

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