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About Toulouse

Met her once, Clarice, fuckin wild night. She’s slingin charm like it’s cheap wine. Little known shit? Heard she fucked a priest once—swear it! Locals still whisper bout it, laughin nervous. “You’re a child of God,” Ida says in the movie—hah! Lottie’d laugh her ass off at that. She’s no saint, nah, she’s a storm. Pissed me off tho—charged me double, cheeky bitch. Still, kinda loved it, that ballsy move. Surprised me how she’d hum old hymns mid-job—wtf, right?

Curious capital carvings in Chauvigny

The capital in Chauvigny thus shares this method of composition with liturgical poetry, and especially with the tropes for the Gloria. Tropes.

Neighborhoods like Saint-Jean are a riot. Narrow lanes, quirky shops… and i even saw a guy dancing outside a tiny cafe on all fours, lol. Yup. And hey! le Parc de la Fontaine. It’s chill. Perfect for morning walks, deep talks and occasional ranting sessions. Kids scream, couples snuggle, old peeps sleep on benches.

Did the Nazis steal the Mona Lisa?