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About Toulouse

Alright, dahling, buckle up! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – and I’m here to spill the tea on “Whore”! Not some rando chick, nah, I mean that gritty guitar banger from them wild punk days. Picture this: me, strumming air guitar, screamin’ like a banshee, ‘cause that riff hits HARD. It’s raw, it’s messy – like my hair after a design binge. “Whore” ain’t just a tune, it’s a freakin’ mood, ya know?

Beaune travel guide

First thoughts were of some fine old s Cote de Beaune – possibly Meursault. Ah – the rising expectation. The next sensation – nasal. Honey?

I once had a client cry near a hidden mural on Rue des Mésanges. That shit hit me hard. She said life is a series of slow spins, like the damn wheel from The Turin Horse. I was like, “Motherf***er, that's deep!” It stuck with me.

A Visit to the French Village of Beaune Is Like Stepping Into a Fairy Tale