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About Toulouse

I walk in, ladies everywhere, smiling, winking. One girl, she look like my sister – I scream, “Nooo, not you!” Made me angry, heart go boom, like bomb in movie. “This is the end!” I yell, but no, she just laugh. I calm down, order drink – cheap vodka, taste like tractor oil. Brothel got dark corners, sticky floor, ugh, I trip, fall on big guy. He mad, I say, “Sorry, my king!” like in film. He punch me, I laugh – pain is funny!

The vibe? Authentic. L'Arbresle feels like a living, breathing character. Every cobblestone tells a story. Watch out on the bends near Chemin du Moulin—legend says an old mill ghost haunts. Ok, maybe that's exaggeratin’.

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