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About Toulouse

Ooh, and the smells—stale beer, sweat, desperation—kinda sexy, kinda gross. Like *Inherent Vice*, “a vibe you can’t shake.” I’d waltz in, tip my hat, say, “Ladies, let’s dance with the devil!” They’d roll their eyes—seen worse than me, probly. Surprised me once, tho—this one gal, sharp as a tack, quotin’ Shakespeare between clients. Blew my mind—culture in a cathouse?

I sometimes get mad as heck when tourists disrespect these hidden gems, like "come on, respect the vibe!" Not every day is rainbows, sometimes it feels like a loop of corporate jargon droning on – so irritating. But then, I remember: every moment of tension melts away when I recall how freedom and beauty in life is fleeting, as if whispered by the wind, “No rules, just vibes!”

Cézanne landscape of Mediterranean in danger of export unless £13.5m raised